Mirror
Push me down
Start with me
Bewail disillusioned harmony
Sand gets in my eyes
I'm sore and sick
Of all the bullshit
You pushed down on me
Gushing through and through
These assorted collections
Of decomposed respect
Misconstrued, since long forgotten
Festering, feigned regret
I'm talking to you!
And still you refuse to cry
You don't want to listen
Cos you know I'm always right
Tell me when it's over
I'm talking to you
Tell me
You're a liar
Tell me
I don't care
'Mirror' JoSav 2003
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