Standing in front of me is proof that love does not exist That when love isn't expressed to the body The body will decay and become a walking corpse I am slowly decaying as I keep pushing love away from me Afraid to become open and admire the compassionate that is being shared with me Shared for me But standing in front of me, my reflection, is proof that love does not exist Does not exist to broken souls like the reflection that stands in front of me
I feel perfectly fine but when I stand in front of the mirror, seeing my reflection, I can see the decaying already starting to happen