I was looking through the mirror
Trying to see if I'm still broke
Trying to figure if
I was still mad,
Mad about her
she was a reminder to my heart
I was worried
Worried that one day I'll wake up and not...
not to see her again
she is a reflection, her reflection
Wish me well, give me the courage
I'll show you an angel with this magic spell
an angel who fell... I fell in love
she is always, inside my chest
I'll treasure her, again and again
I just hope that you understand
she is still staring, reflecting, digesting
I'm still mad
mad about her, burning books with tears in my eyes
washing my sins in disguise
dressing wounds to hide my scars
Those days when we were still together
sharing the same bed in the same room
I forgot but I'll remember that now we are on two different pages
guilty that she broke my heart
inside still looking out

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