"When you look into my eyes, what are you seeing? A mixed up color of disguise, and always dreaming. They say it's much too late to hate, but I'm still moving. Maybe expected me to wait, I'm not so good at that...
Hiding from the one I am, don't like reflection. Pushing over things I can is my reaction. Trained to overcome my pain, I have to see it. Then do the same damn thing again, caught inside the circle...