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 ate away at me
To leave these chains behind
And walk again free
And walk again free
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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