When I look in the mirror day after day
It's like looking at art you try to say
But I don't see what you see in me
I don't see that apparent hidden beauty

All I see is this mascara running wild
And an old soul trapped in a body of a child
Trying to find its way back to the world
Back to were our lips were forever curled

And yes what we have could be nothing
But imagine if its more than just something
'cause everything could be so eccentric
Consuming my wonder as if it's a trick

- E.A.F