Seeing the girl I once knew,
imagining of what she's been through.
I can hear her cry. Coming from deep down inside.
It's like she doesn't know I'm there,
it's like she put the whole world aside.
Sitting across from her, I can feel her pain.
Her desperate cry, making every tear in her drain.
As I sat there, I thought of who she was.
She was happy, kind, innocent.
But underneath all that, she was scared.
Sometimes she would tell me to stay with her,
be by her side, if I didn't,
she would run away from home and hide.
But I ran away from her.
I haven't seen her for how many years, until now.
Sitting in this room with her. I found her.
After getting carried away
about the past when we were together,
I didn't realize we were
sitting back to back with each other.
Her cry was softly now.
I tried to dry her tears, but something stopped me.
It was a mirror.
