Some days I look in the mirror And see empty Eyes of pain and shame Some days I find a dusty mirror And think that’s how my life is, unclear Some days I fall in a puddle mirror And see the ripples always end Some days I punch a perfect mirror And realize my life was never perfect in the first place Some days I look into a cracked mirror And realize that’s my soul Some days I cry into a mirror And see I only have myself Some days I stare into a broken mirror And understand, that’s me
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