and while felling tears they never falling
(please dont make’me let’you see me
just letting my self here just disappearing)

my skin is whispering
‘cross the moistening reflection in my eyes
the soft gentle sway of my ways
the motion it betraying me
my words they rolling me up
inside all over myself
the hands i try to hold
wont hold mine instead
the mirrors are scared
of what they might have to show
and i’m always never looking
am going on never looking
and never looking
any more

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