Mirrors and windows
All the mirrors in my life
Let me see the prison
I am trapped in
Whether it’s a painting or a photo
Whether it’s a piece of glass or plastic
It shows a false me
If you peer into the windows of my house
You won’t ever see the real me
You might see my life but not me
Mirrors are like windows
Do you expect to discover something
Yeah all you see is lies and disappointment
For I am trapped inside of a body that isn’t mine
No amount of mirrors or windows will let you see
Who I really am and how I really live
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