Separation of emotion and body as the night rises
Trading places with someone\'s happiness since
I am unable to find it, I whisper in the mirror one last time
\'I\'ll miss you\' as I look into those pale brown eyes
It\'s for the good of the soul, even in a new body
I can clearly find the sinking lines that surrounded my face
The one that lies in the casket, I look down in this place
Where the walls\' silence makes me tremble and shake
How beautiful his ugliness was before I was erased
Now an empty casing of what was there, I sit and take it
Hapiness saving the depression now, for I was too scared
This fake smile I wear that grew from a frown
It bears the porcelain characteristics of hope now
Watching it shatter with the mirror I look down on
As time stops and happiness is in the shadows
Caressing my hair and the bits that fall in my beauty
In this body that isn\'t mine, but the trade was fair
