When you think of me, what is it you see?
Do you see the ghost, the smiles or the scars?
Do you see the tears, the broken halves?
Or do you see, What the mirror shows?
Do you see beyond your nose?

Is it the light that catches your eye?
Or is it all that we can't deny
What is it dear, what do you see?
Nothing she said- Thinking of me.