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I wake up for the third time that night, I go to the bathroom and the mirror stops me like a brick wall I try not to look, but can’t resist And there i am Humpty Dumpty having a great fall I stare into the eyes of a familiar stranger Thinking, this couldn’t possibly be me. Could it be? I stare at the familiar strangers eyes, getting lost in the green depths of what could’ve been and what could be Could this familiar stranger possibly be me? I stare at the familiar strangers eyes and the depths of green change to grass and i see a shadow of a little girl dancing, so innocent and so free That little girl couldn’t possibly be me. Could it be? I look into the familiar strangers eyes and see tears wallowing up just begging to spill, I try to look away but i can’t, I’m stuck still. I see promises Promises of marriage Promises of kids Promises of a happy home Promises of loyalty I crawl through the mirror and step into the strangers shoes like stepping into an old pair of slippers still formed to your feet I feel broken. Broken promises Broken love Broken dreams Broken trust A broken puzzle, begging to be re-pieced I scramble around grabbing the pieces trying to make them fit as fast as i can Then before i know it, I’m pushed out of the mirror like a time portal. And now i look at the familiar stranger staring back at me and i know, this is most definitely..... Me
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Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 1:44 PM UTC
Familiar stranger
I wake up for the third time that night, I go to the bathroom and the mirror stops me like a brick wall I try not to look, but can’t resist And there i am Humpty Dumpty having a great fall I stare into the eyes of a familiar stranger Thinking, this couldn’t possibly be me. Could it be? I stare at the familiar strangers eyes, getting lost in the green depths of what could’ve been and what could be Could this familiar stranger possibly be me? I stare at the familiar strangers eyes and the depths of green change to grass and i see a shadow of a little girl dancing, so innocent and so free That little girl couldn’t possibly be me. Could it be? I look into the familiar strangers eyes and see tears wallowing up just begging to spill, I try to look away but i can’t, I’m stuck still. I see promises Promises of marriage Promises of kids Promises of a happy home Promises of loyalty I crawl through the mirror and step into the strangers shoes like stepping into an old pair of slippers still formed to your feet I feel broken. Broken promises Broken love Broken dreams Broken trust A broken puzzle, begging to be re-pieced I scramble around grabbing the pieces trying to make them fit as fast as i can Then before i know it, I’m pushed out of the mirror like a time portal. And now i look at the familiar stranger staring back at me and i know, this is most definitely..... Me
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Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 1:44 PM UTC
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