CARESS
Bluelighter
I see you and you see me,
But things aren't always what they appear to be.
I smile at you and you smile back,
We laugh together, but there' something we lack.
Bad hair day? Oh, you too! I look and I see the me in you.
I feel so fat and you understand.
But why is it that I can't just touch your hand?
For you are an illusion, Mirror, my friend.
Just a moment of me, not beginning and end.
With enough make-up and just the right clothes,
I can fool even the smartest and no one else knows.
That I walk around daily, just a mirror of me.
That I hide endless secrets so no one will see.
Sometimes, I hate you dear, Mirror. And the lies you portray.
If only I could be me for one single day.
But I've played the mirror for oh, so long.
Afraid of the truth in me, afraid to be strong.
For if I let the world in and they see I've been lying...
They might even guess that I'm actually dying.
So I gaze at you, Mirror and take you with me.
Longing for the day I can truly be free.
I'll soar with the eagles and make angels my friend.
So is death a beginning or a miserable end?
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Caress
But things aren't always what they appear to be.
I smile at you and you smile back,
We laugh together, but there' something we lack.
Bad hair day? Oh, you too! I look and I see the me in you.
I feel so fat and you understand.
But why is it that I can't just touch your hand?
For you are an illusion, Mirror, my friend.
Just a moment of me, not beginning and end.
With enough make-up and just the right clothes,
I can fool even the smartest and no one else knows.
That I walk around daily, just a mirror of me.
That I hide endless secrets so no one will see.
Sometimes, I hate you dear, Mirror. And the lies you portray.
If only I could be me for one single day.
But I've played the mirror for oh, so long.
Afraid of the truth in me, afraid to be strong.
For if I let the world in and they see I've been lying...
They might even guess that I'm actually dying.
So I gaze at you, Mirror and take you with me.
Longing for the day I can truly be free.
I'll soar with the eagles and make angels my friend.
So is death a beginning or a miserable end?
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Caress
