Behind The Screens

May 2, 2014

You cant help me fix myself

Everything is just of a reflection of yourself.

Why are you hiding from it all?

Why am I crying and about to fall?

Im torn open

You can't SEE what has happened.

You'll probably get the best of me,

But where is the best of you?

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