You Are Me
About how I feel about myself become of how other people feeling have finally rubbed off.
You are my disgrace,
Those cold arms that take over people’s warm embrace.
You are my sin,
What was, what is and what has not yet been.
You are my disgust,
The reason I can no longer trust.
You are me,
The cold, hard reflection that I hate to see.
Those cold arms that take over people’s warm embrace.
You are my sin,
What was, what is and what has not yet been.
You are my disgust,
The reason I can no longer trust.
You are me,
The cold, hard reflection that I hate to see.
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