Mirror of Lies
I really don't know why she bring up excuses from the fact that she mistreats herself
I wish she could see the beauty i see on her eyes
With so many lies
She is blind, trying to find the perfect guy
Going around every corner finding a litle bit of love, excuse the example
Can't she see she is beautiful as the beach? Strong as the waves?
Can't she see she is covering up her personality to look perfect
When there is no perfection
Can't she hear that I'm yelling out loud
Trying to get a hold of her hand, While she falls in the arms of pain
I can see her tears, I can smell her fears, I can see her desperation growing over the years
I see she is killing herself while the mirror laughs at her
I've seen a beautiful flower cutting off her roots
The voices inside of her head i can hear
I read her like an open book
Chaptyer full of defect and imperfections
Yet I love reading her stories
With those beautiful she curses her life
With those amazing eyes she sees darkness
Her treasure is any man's pleasure
Her heart is the one I talk about...
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