When was the last time you told me you love me. I suppose to look in the mirror and see straight thru you.
Your eyes were intended to be my window. Instead your just a peep hole looking for a peep show.
I call it a creep show because you stoop low but You see though. Someone's in the way. It's a human figure in the way. I figure it's the truth anyway.
Your hands is supposed carry my weight
Feel for my fate
Grope my date
Come together and pray for HEAVENS sake.
I think the truth is
the Living Proof
that I am not a figment of my imagination nor a Spoof.
I looked in the mirror and discovered I'm Living Proof.
I'm alive and I choose not to hide from the mirror inside of YOU