What Mirrors Might Reflect

No amount of love will free me from my flaws
 Perfection fits its noose around my neck
 Shed the failing shell as I await my end
 Pursuing decaying foundation
 Longing to withdraw inherited excess
 To recreate the form from which I came
 No amount of love will free me from my flaws
 Perfection fits its noose around my neck
 No amount of love will free me from my flaws
 Or shield me from what mirrors might reflect
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 Dissection of self
 I ache to be anyone else
 Dissection of self
 I ache to be anyone else
 A veil of confidence torn and transparent
 Revealing the bitter taste of truth
 Carried in the wind harvested organs
 Will revise a mold that went unmatched
 (I ache to be anyone else)
 No amount of love will free me from my flaws
 Perfection fits its noose around my neck
 No amount of love will free me from my flaws
 Or shield me from what mirrors might reflect
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 Dragging my face through broken glass
 I see no God in me
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 I see no God in me
 Dragging my face through broken glass
 I see no God in me
 I see no God in me