Reflection

Too real sided faces,
On one poor rich girl,

One dark and one evil, you'd see in a mirror...The closer you look it becomes clearer...

Seeing blood within her reflection...Seeing a nurse with a painful injection...

Hallucinating, everywhere she goes... Blood mixed with rain, watching it flow...

How could she possibly being seeing me?

It's her, in the mirror, don't you agree?

Looking straight within that mirror,
Her destiny, to die, becoming, oh so clear...

Realizing what she must do...
Her sweet blue veins blood flows through...

Cutting them like elastics you see her doing with a knife,
Trying to make sense of her world and her life...

Living inside her own boring head...
Not knowing, she's wishing upon herself to be dead...

Of her soul she needs a sweet disinfection,
As she's See's what she's done with her blade,
Through the mirror,
Wishing that wasn't her reflection...