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I see you looking back at me and wonder
Who the hell can you be because,
I know that what I see looking back,
Just cannot be what I really am,
I look down at the cuts,
The scrapes,
And the pain you inflict,
Words can't even begin to express,
How sick of this double life I am,
I look around my room at the wasted youth,
And the torn life I have led,
Down at the bloody razor on the floor,
The open pill bottle,
The words swirling around my brain,
I can't remember the last time someone said my real name,
Because the only time I see my self,
Is behind the reflection of school, sports,
And the public eye of who I am supposed to be,
But no one knows the real me,
At least you hope not,
Because I know deep down that you are afraid,
Afraid of what other people think of us,
You may say you do not give a damn,
But the words are what scar the most,
So much hatred,
What's left to love,
If you do not have love,
Then what is reason for going on in this eternal hell?
I feel the walls closing in around me,
I scream but no voice comes from my mouth,
People see me and say what's he so pissed about?
He is a great athlete,
He has all the right friends,
He even has a great girl.
What could be so bad about his wonderful little life?
Nevertheless, they do not know you as I know you;
I see the lies you create everyday for approval,
I sit behind this distorted reality,

taking the repercussions of your misdeeds,
You do not see what I see from this side of the mirror,
You may get all the laughs,
But I take all the jeers, points, and jokes.
Ha-ha-ha, I'll have the last laugh soon enough,
Because what you don't know,
Is that one day I'll break this mirror,
You keep me trapped behind,
And people will see you for who you really are,
One day I am gonna break loose,
And you will be the first to pay,
Pay for doing this to me all these years,
I will not stand behind this mirror image of myself,
Watch as good things happen for you,
Let myself go down without a fight,
I will expose you for the sham you are,
So people will see you for what you really are.
Bleed me all you want you bastard,
You'll never get rid of me,
Because whether you like it or not,
I am you and that's something your gonna have to face,
In that perfect mirror image.