May 2016
You have cold eyes, young man.
Seeking nothing deeper than what you already know.
Sipping tears from the hole in your heart.
Don't drown yourself in wretchedness.
That doesn't fit you.
It doesn't bode well with that
Tell me mirror, who are you to tell me what to do?
Who are you to tell me what to seek?
Even if I'm looking at myself.
Even if we share the same gaze.
Who am I to tell myself what I want?
Seeking nothing deeper than what you already know.
Sipping tears from the hole in your heart.
Don't drown yourself in wretchedness.
That doesn't fit you.
It doesn't bode well with that
Tell me mirror, who are you to tell me what to do?
Who are you to tell me what to seek?
Even if I'm looking at myself.
Even if we share the same gaze.
Who am I to tell myself what I want?
