Gazing through the looking glass
Stumbling upon the past
Crouched over the body
Of what once was
Upturned nose, the cute
Downcast eyes, the brute
Ringing laughter
Boundless mirth
Innocent eyes
Oh how they lull
You have been deceived
Yet again, once again
Misreading my loyalty
Paranoia scratches your back
Ah ah fickle foe is he not?
I hope you rot
Ah in fact i do not
But that friend in a dream
Save It the agony
I plead
Drifiting out of reach
You build walls
For me to climb
I do not, i have not
I will not, succeed.
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