Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, Mirror...

[Dedicated to The Mirror]

-You are the best of best

but still I'm late, the last.

If you've got pain in chest

Go, fly over the cuckoo's nest...

-I wish I could have made it

Out of scary nowhere.

My wicked thoughts would have faded

Out just like a nightmare...

You are the Queen of sorrow

I am the King of sadness.

Wearing the mask I've borrowed

Has brought nothing but madness.

Mirror, Mirror, on the wall

Will I get through my pain or will I fall?

Why did you leave me all those seals?

And why do my nightmares feel so real?

Why do I feel this pain over my chest?

Is this my heart or maybe it's my soul?

When will I fade out and what if I'm next?

Will I get to achieve my goals?

It's winter in my exhausted soul,

It's pouring in my bleeding heart.

Sometimes I wake up feeling cold

And waking up is too damn hard...

The mask is getting heavy

Just like a cargo on my neck.

I'm tired of people's envy

And so called "Love" that stabs my back.

So, Mirror, Mirror, on the wall

You are the only one to tell me truth

Do I want to see my future? Not at all.

The only question is: Will I get through?..

[cyb]

October, 2006.