Censored-Bye

by Ginger Ozawa   Jan 26, 2012


Fading
He's fading away

He hid himself because he cant look at it
He saw the strangest stranger at the mirror

I'll cut my fingers to give you a hand
I'll take my head off to give you a piece of mind

Recognize this stained photograph of your soul
Remember this smeared painting of your face

Please do so
Because you've been looking away from all my mirrors

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