Not afraid to see
The wood is creaking and it is time to go on
No different is the next step, yet I cannot make it
There's something in the way and I cannot overcome it
I am tired of this level, and parts are all too familiar
Noone sees past the eyes and noone cares when they cry
I'm all alone and I can taste the ocean
The mirror's reflection taunts me for that's not all I am
I wish I could find the missing piece
Overlapping and expanding beyond imagination
The mirror is glass and the glass is----