| Me, Myself, and Irony I look into the mirror I look away Someone scared me what they say It�s not you it�s okay Not right now not today Keep it away far away from my life The person I see a body for strife It�s not me it�s like a knife Cutting my soul taking my sight I try to escape the one I hate In my desolate state, my forsaken fate I look and sigh for it is I Who will die and become that guy I never want to see that man to avoid, do all I can To become him is what I fear But objects in mirror are closer than they appear. |
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