I can’t see myself when I look in the mirror
But, I know who’s there and I don’t care
I’ll look the same as before.
Just worse.
I can’t hear myself when I shout at the sky
I haven’t found my voice, but that was my choice
When I told myself ‘goodbye,’
Voice hoarse.
…
Sometimes at night when I hear the wind blowing
I wish it was cold out, and that it was snowing
So I’d have a reason to keep warm.
If you stay very still, you can hear my heart beating
Be careful though, it’s so close to breaking
Don’t let it fall on the floor.
…
Sometimes I wonder if smiles get old
Will you still be smiling when you are this old?
Not old like I am, but old as in dying
When you say you’re fine, but really, you’re lying.
I can hold my breath longer than you can
But I can’t hold it as long as my sister can
I might keep holding it, almost to death
And while you are laughing, I’ll still be gasping for breath.
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