Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Let's shatter these reflections
I don't know me anymore,
That awkward girl who
Spends the better half of
Any day spilling tears of
Nothingness onto the floor.
I look in the mirror
But I couldn't tell you
Who is staring back.
I couldn't tell you if she
Is ugly or pretty.
I couldn't tell you if she
Is broken or fixed.
I couldn't even tell you
Her name.
My attempts to be a part
Of anything have failed.
I'm a stranger, walking a
Road that ended a long time ago.
August 10, 2006
Suge
That awkward girl who
Spends the better half of
Any day spilling tears of
Nothingness onto the floor.
I look in the mirror
But I couldn't tell you
Who is staring back.
I couldn't tell you if she
Is ugly or pretty.
I couldn't tell you if she
Is broken or fixed.
I couldn't even tell you
Her name.
My attempts to be a part
Of anything have failed.
I'm a stranger, walking a
Road that ended a long time ago.
August 10, 2006
Suge
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Let`s shatter these reflections
Let`s shatter these reflections
