NOTE*** Written to bring awareness to the dying...
Bridges to tunnels...

As I look into my mirror
I search for thee that I behold...

I'm leavin' town just the way that you like,
outa your hands& outa your sight...

Read this slowly, my dear friend
for there's a story, I intend...

Please read these words I write
for they do have good intent...

Looking back on the past
that we made long ago...

I'm imagining my future
Through a two-way mirror...

I said I want to be with you
but you're getting too attached...

I'm holding on tight
not ever letting go...

I have the urge to talk to him
I have so much to say...

I thought that things were changing
That his face was finally gone...

Look through the clouded windows
You'll see passed the tainted walls...