groupiefame

Mirror, mirror, on window, will you change what I see? Will you show me the reality and not what I want to see? Will I be able to see more than I what I think is the false sense of me? Mirror, mirror, through night's window, change my face. I look into the dark reflection, seeing the faults I have, Seeing what once was, a cheerful face, now haunted, Piercing blue eyes of sorrow, hiding back wet crystals, Knowing that I am not good enough. I see only a young woman, who can't fill expectations, Who failed to be herself, because of filling bigger shoes than she could wear, Who lost the ability to find her song. Her melodies would soar