Looking in this mirror I see a person I don't even know
She has my face Her mouth and nose are mine the fullness of her face belongs to me But her eyesHer eyes are not minesI can't figure out if the fire in her eyes smoldered out Or if its burning brighter than everHave I lost myselfOr came into the person that I was always meant to be Is it a look of determination or a look of pure failure She is like a game of poker and the winner takes home millions Unreadable She has her cards so close to her chest I wonder does she even know what she is holding Has all my rash decision Made my inner self not trust me Has she given up on me and decided to take over from here on outHave I lost control And then I look again and I see myself My mind is playing tricksHave I lead with my heart so much that my brain started keeping secretsThe brain doesn't trust the heart so the heart is left out She caught me looking and she closed the door And I realize she has a plan that I am not supposed to know about just yet
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Could this beSing me a love song Write me a letter Tell me why you can't live without meSee I have been with the guys Who never reached out for me Never tried to grasp my inner beauty Just satisfied with my outer shell To look me in my eye would have been to much not many can handle the free spirit that runs through me pouring over like Angels fallsBut yet they all want to be under my waterfall To stand on the edge to feel the never ending stream of my love that they think themselves so deserving of I want this but how many time does a girl have to hurt before the right one comes along |
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