Look @ your reflection, what do you want to be? What do you want to see? Lookin through the cracks, what can you see? Inside your head,your thoughts and creations ain't always your own, fears of the unknown. All that surrounds you, doesn't feel like it seems, the world you knew is just like an illusion, or a scheme. What're you afraid of, what do you want to see? You look when your eyes are closed, you see a reflection in the glass, everything below. Everyone around you, could be fake like a dream, the world could be fake like a dream. I hate my reflection, I don't like all I see. I try to look through myself, I'm afraid of me. What if the fallen, are nightmares of your own? To the world I remain unknown, I live in this bubble of who I am, what I believe and all I've seen. Nothings what it seems, all I've known, all I know could be so fake to me.
