Looking out of the window is for most beautiful
However, what the window reflects makes me doubtful
For you’re looking through one made of glass
Where on the other side, exposed is greener grass.
But my window reveals only scars
Dented on my soul and reflected through the stars.
Most will say to you that you must always try
But I’ll tell you to never be afraid to cry
Look through the glass hole again
Then tell me what you see.
For if it is an empty reflection
You are just the same as me.
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