Who is she?
I wake up, go to the bathroom and a different face is staring back at me.
Who is this person with eyes so cold, so transparent?
Who is this person, I don't recognize her.
She doesn’t look like me – at least not the ‘me’ that I remember.
She has dark eyes, and she’s pale; maybe flushed
Her hair is greasy and wavy, as if she hasn’t showered in days.
There is no trace of a smile having taken her face for weeks.
In fact, her eyes are puffy, like she’s been crying.
Her lips are pursed, as if she’s angry.
Who is this person, I don't recognize her.
She reminds me of a tidal wave.
Her anger is small in appearance but as you look closer it also grows larger.
Then again, the mirror distorts; the mirror is opposite reality.
Maybe this girl is really dancing in a fantasy parade;
Maybe she is just below the realms of human perception
Maybe the face staring back is someone I know very well
Then again, I still don't recognize her.
Who is this person with eyes so cold, so transparent?
Who is this person, I don't recognize her.
She doesn’t look like me – at least not the ‘me’ that I remember.
She has dark eyes, and she’s pale; maybe flushed
Her hair is greasy and wavy, as if she hasn’t showered in days.
There is no trace of a smile having taken her face for weeks.
In fact, her eyes are puffy, like she’s been crying.
Her lips are pursed, as if she’s angry.
Who is this person, I don't recognize her.
She reminds me of a tidal wave.
Her anger is small in appearance but as you look closer it also grows larger.
Then again, the mirror distorts; the mirror is opposite reality.
Maybe this girl is really dancing in a fantasy parade;
Maybe she is just below the realms of human perception
Maybe the face staring back is someone I know very well
Then again, I still don't recognize her.
