when you look at me,
what is it that you see?
look behind my bones and skin,
can you find a place to begin?
then tell me because I forget
I know this story isn’t over yet
slipping off from cloud nine,
wondering if it were ever mine
and there I go falling
can you hear me calling?
asking for the answers that no one has
help me because I’m falling fast
the girl in the mirror waves goodbye
I’m left with a stranger whose reflection is mine
conversations that I dread
constantly echo in my head
trying to rewrite and rewind
but the perfect words are hard to find
even if I could change the past
the things I’ve heard will everlast
my question to you is where do you stand
to pull me down or grab my hand
when you look at me, what can you see?
do you see all that I turn out to be?
