and so the man in the mirror,
turns his head,
the man he saw,
is completely dead,
he wont ever admit it,
and the way he words it,
would never imply it,
but yet.
the man looking,
for the man in the mirror,
is dead.
he made many mistakes,
but that isnt the problem,
youre supposed to learn,
or even solve them,
but its called insanity,
when you repeat,
continue re-writing history
as its said:
the man in the mirror,
is turning his head.
but lets...
look before this tragic,
barbaric,
horrible epidemic.
the man looked in the mirror,
the mirror looked back,
he smiled at the mirror,
and it smile was clear.
"this is the one!"
said the man,
the mirror smiled at him,
as he turned back.
he went for a drive,
he sang to this girl,
the girl sang back,
what a world.
he loved her so much,
but she broke his heart,
"that slut."
he cried,
puffy eyed,
to the man that would listen,
and share his tears,
this man was of course,
the man in the mirror,
emotionally torn,
from his heart he swore,
"never again should i trust,
never again should i mix up,
the similar potions,
the one called Love,
and the one named Lust"
The man got up,
from his depression filled slump,
now it was time to make a new one,
he got a young lady,
she was so pretty,
and after a few months,
she stopped.
he was dumped.
he went back to his friend,
seemingly his only one,
the man in the mirror wasnt having fun.
he hated to see frowns,
he was sad all around.
the man in the mirror,
tried to remind him,
his vow before was so clear.
The man was back,
right in his chair,
should he move?
might he dare?
who knows what might break?
as he saw her gold hair,
he couldnt resist it,
one last bite,
one last chance,
even just for the night.
this girl comforted him,
like none before.
this girl was perfect,
before she was deemed a whore.
the man in the mirror tried to help him,
the man himself was tired of this lack of salvation,
he tried to end it,
that to be his last night,
but before the bullet,
had reached the guns eye,
a girl spoke.
she said that she loves him,
and he said he loved her,
"this is the girl to open my door"
he said to the mirror,
and for the first time in years,
the mirror turned around.
"No my friend,
i remember this tune,
i dont like the sound,
everytime i hear you,
you soon start to frown,
i cant stop you,
and i must let you,
but now...
i wont be here,
when she lets you down."
he left the man in the mirror,
he had no fear,
this girl he had,
she was so sweet compared,
but it seems he never did,
truly check the grid,
as he was only slightly surprised,
when she did what they did.
he went back to the mirror,
he was just drunk enough,
to miss his reflection,
calling over his cough,
he succeeded that night,
an angel took flight,
but others may say,
the angel,
was who truly died.
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