Mirror, mirror on the wall
Was i always meant to fall?
Roses white, and dying light
Silver's sweet forgiving bite.
He'll ask, "Why?"
No answers will be found.
And I will be rotting
Beneath the ground.

Under this palm tree
Lies a man that is not free
Wanted to hang himself
So he could let his mind & heart set free

Lies in front of him...
The clouds, the sun, & other trees
He sat down & thought
How beautiful was these three

Appreciating everything around
Appreciating the beauty that surrounds
It feels like he is home,
It feels like he is not alone anymore

Now, hesitant do his real purpose,
Hesitant to thought that he's alone
But then a minute later,
He pondered of going back to what he has condone