Sometimes I stare
into the mirror
What looks back at me
comes nearer and nearer
But i try holding it back

Everything twirls and comes to a halt
i might just be losing it’s already my fault
I’m too late to say
that today’s my last day

No don’t take me
i don’t want to go
take someone else
but if you can’t then i will show you who to take
before i break

Never have I lived again no
Never have I seen what it is
Like on the other side of the mirror
Is it our reflection holding us back from a
vision, life, or clearer?
Anything that I have ever seen is all a lie
and when i come back down to the ground from the heaven that doesn’t survive
I see in the mirror that my life is coming nearer and nearer to the end
which i feared and now it’s all just….

A dream.