As the crimson collagen caresses continue
Anxiety creeps in the corners
Disgust, replacing numbness, in trembling hands
Looking in the mirror, I reflect
Wishing I am not me
Wishing you were not you
This cup I hold overflows The sweet tasting nectar You wish to drink I cannot serve to you
As shallow orbs gaze upon hopeless stars Thrice have I peered into them And embarked on a journey Never more poisonous than this Wishing I was not me Wishing you were not you
This cup you hold overflows The sweet tasting nectar I tried to drink You shouldn't serve to me
As the glowing gray box gives gratitude Gratefulness greets gray eyes Sunrays that are undeserved envelop me Looking into the mirror, I reflect. Wishing I am not me.