Cracked Mirrors
Cracked Mirror
I see several different me's
which one do you love?
Any?
The tables have turned
And they're still spinning
ButI'm dancing upon them
In an attempt to redeem myself
All for you
Always for you
Walking the gauntlet
Taking the risks
But who do you love?
Me?
At all ?
The fine line's getting finer
In the neverending circle
That I'm walking along
Looking for a corner
The corner You're hiding in
staring at yourself
In your own Cracked Mirror
And we're not as different as we think
Dancing on a turning table
Hiding in the corner or a circle
Trapped in our own Cracked Mirror View
Dismissing Ourselves
Admitting Ourselves
All of Ourselves
But together at Least
Seeing the Truth...