The mirror in my room
The pencil on my table
I smell a scent some nice perfume
This was before I ran into peril
The knife that cleaved my skin
The miror that hurts my soul
The power that drains from within
My heart replaced with a black hole
I want to reform
I want to know my purpose
I want to transform
I want to leap out of this crisis
And sometimes I realise it's hard
Hard to find meaning in a world that turns round and round
Wether your bruised bleeding or scarred
This world keeps turning around
Round and round
Endlessly forever
Repeating each and every wound
Further in time slowly turning deeper
Just like how I run and run
Far away from all like a coward
I wish I was as proud as a lion
But I faltered
Descending for a place to fall upon to
Searching and searching
I've seen pyramids and now I see a igloo
It all looks charming
But my place I've never found
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