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by Nil Oct 27, 2010 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
In a house or on the street People embrace images That distort reality Of who they used to be It's like a shadow whispering Making them believe You'll never compare Why try? When you'll only fail You'll never be beautiful Just give up. You'll never love yourself. Wrestling with the shadow Only makes things worse They begin to scream You'll never get rid of me I'm the reflection of who you'll always be. Look in the mirror What do you see? The same person from yesterday The shadow snickers And continues to whispers You'll never get rid of me. I'm the scars on your wrists The razor in your hand The memories you wish you could forgot The reflection you can't stand I'm the you- you used to be I'm the shadow reminding you I'm who you'll always be.