Looking in the mirror of Truth,
You want to smile,
But you start to cry,
Thats how you feel on the inside.
You hide the truth,
through the friends,
that make you laugh.
So you break the mirror,
Not wanting to face,
The facts....
You turn your back,
on everything real,
closing your eyes on how you feel.
Running home where your safe,
Hiding in your bed
with your dreams,
Waiting to come from them to come true.
As you dream of a nightmare,
It feels better than this hell,
Thats everywhere.
The broken mirror is crying.
From this life of lieing
