Twisted Reflection

[Noirre]

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Twisted Reflection

I found a really old mirror from the cellar last night.
It was really dusty and all, but I cleaned it nice and bright.
When I watched my face forming in the mirror,
I can quarantee that thoughts in my mind were zero.
I just stare at my picture and stay.

My reflection's getting twisted.

If you have something to cry about,
then cry it out.
if you have something to be happy about,
then laugh out loud.
My Dear friend,
I hope both sorrow and hapiness cross your way.

My reflection IS twisted.

This old mirror of mine, what does it show?
Is it my true me, tell me, 'cause I wouldn't know.
This all the way twisted person,
is it really me?

There's something really intresting in this picture,
but when I try to touch it, the lines begin to mixture.
I see good, I see bad,
I see something happy and something sad.
In the end, they all are one.

My twisted reflection,
isn't twisted at all.