Who I see in the mirror
Is not someone I recognize
The voice that says my words
Does not sound like mine
And the things I touch
I can no longer feel
Just like the torn up heart
That has yet to heal
So I find my self
Askin’ why
Why is it I can’t realize
That I am me not someone else
I am the reality not the stories
I live in this real world
Not in the books and pictures
That I have always wanted
To lose myself in
But who is to say
That this is the world?
Who is to say
That there is not more?
So I think I’ll keep believing and hoping
That there is someone out there
Who is me and someday
I will recognize
Who it is in that mirror
And whose voice I hear
Someday I will be able to feel
Because my heart
Would have been finally healed
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 12:13 AM UTC
Who I see in the mirror
Is not someone I recognize
The voice that says my words
Does not sound like mine
And the things I touch
I can no longer feel
Just like the torn up heart
That has yet to heal
So I find my self
Askin’ why
Why is it I can’t realize
That I am me not someone else
I am the reality not the stories
I live in this real world
Not in the books and pictures
That I have always wanted
To lose myself in
But who is to say
That this is the world?
Who is to say
That there is not more?
So I think I’ll keep believing and hoping
That there is someone out there
Who is me and someday
I will recognize
Who it is in that mirror
And whose voice I hear
Someday I will be able to feel
Because my heart
Would have been finally healed
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