• The mirror gleamed,

    I dare not look,

    For all I’ll see is a monster.

    I’ve been told that many times,

    They say they're my friends,

    Until they see the real me.

    The rejection is the worst,

    To be a sinful man.

    Why did the lord grace me with this curse,

    Am I to be a fallen angel in his service,

    for all the eternity I live?

    My sins hold me upon this world,

    I wish to leave,

    but the promise I made keeps me here,

    For her I’ll help.