Mirror

I’m like this always, you see
It’s not you, this is me…

I mean we, well you know
Is it starting to show?

I don’t know, but I know
That the faster I go
And the higher I fly
Is just simply so I
Can take pride in the fact
I’m allowed to react
And to act in the way
That I want to today

But you say this is wrong
When you’ve been all along
When you’ve chosen to die
And lift hands to the sky

So while I, to you, seem to die every day
About you, I feel the exact same way.