When you look in the mirror, do you like what you see?
A crazy romantic who always believes.
A fool in your eyes, an angel to most,
But most days you're like an invisible ghost.
So willing to give, with nothing to gain,
And always the one left out in the rain.
Heart beating fast, true love on the rise,
But quickly subdued by fear and lies.
Always the bridesmaid, never the bride,
Makes ones soul dark and hollow inside.
Bitter and lonely and angry with hate,
Becoming a non believer in fate.
You look in the mirror to see what remains,
No heart, no soul, but a body in flames.
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