Stepping through the mirror
To see what there is to see
What is there to fear
What is there for me

I step in a puddle as it makes a splash
That floats up into rain
Non of this is rash
Non of this is sane

I saw a girl who was lying on the ground
She said "dead be both will we els or run"
I couldn't under stand a sound
I couldn't help but feel a stun

She floated back up too her feet
Her face was beautiful after it contorted
I thought she looked pretty and sweet
But it wasn't long until those thoughts were thwarted

Then blood from ground went into her chest
Then from her back came a bullet spray
I was not going to stay and see the rest
So I ran back the other way

I started to cry
I didn't know I was in pain
I didn't know I was going to see some one die
But I never noticed the tears because of the rain

I ran back into the mirror
But all it did was brake and bend
Now the way I should go is no longer crystal clear
Do I find out how it started or do I find out how it will end