Back to the Glass
I woke up seeing green eyes-oh, wait, I forgot I'm colorblind.
Drawing back to before, I was chopping my way through the thick,
While you follow and pace behind me whistling your favorite tune.
We reached the mirror; as soon as I look in, it's cosmic.
I'm looking out, and you're the one looking in;
You shake the globe, making me swirl with all the snowflakes.
You hug the sun and set me on the table-I settle and look.
I'm blinded by it every time. Oh, that look; and I never learn my lesson.
You look in and, shaking it again, I punch-breaking open.
Now the water is on you; oh how inconvenient for you
To wag your finger at me when your eyes are closed still.
Looking into the mirror, where is your sun now?
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