quietly down the stairs,
holding on to that mirror
like its an extension of your arm
why are you running from a reflexion
that you dont even find familiar?
something tells you youre not wanted
or was belonging a crime?
one of these things is not like the other
or did it change while you were gone?
they say you could have been a star,
well theres a crater in the ground
someone told you that you had a pretty face,
so you threw it out a window.