Beyond the looking glass
Worlds start to fade
Who I am isn't who I seem to be
My past is ever present
So visible and susceptible to insecurities
Beyond the looking glass
 I am face to face with me

Beyond the looking glass
 we are all the same
Saints in battle
Trying to hold on to
Things too big for us to handle
Beyond the looking glass
There's a way
There's a way
Rocky and narrow

There's a twisted notion
Of what beautiful is
Those lies eat away at me
Through that looking glass
Stands who I am and who I want to be

Glancing up I see
Two eyes, quite familiar
Dead, pain-filled stare
Hands open,
Through the looking glass he stares

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