The Conversation

Dear Mr. Mirror, I'd like to tell you what you've been
it seems like when I'm down and out, you've been my only friend
I see your eyes, and I've realized that you arnt perfect
and for what it's worth, all the hurt, you didn't deserve it
I'm sorry for the way you feel, I only wish I could
take away, each and everyday of pain, you wish I would
but you wont let me, so I guess I'll go, but say
that I 'know' your pain, and I really hope you don't blow out your brains
what you have, isnt that bad, alas, lets face it
Your loved, and in most cases understood, your scared you wasted
your life, but in spite of that fact, you slightly react
when life growls at you, you have to bite it right back
I dont have much more to say, your not listening
so I'm going to bed, and hope the rest is what your missing
and if for instance, you dont wake, I hope you friend my friend
Thanks for the time, for the love, you were the best of them.


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Dear Mr. Reflection, I'd like to tell you what you've been to me
sometimes it feels like when I'm down and out you've been an enemy
I see your eyes and I realized that you arnt perfect
but why do you have to get so upset, and act nervous?
if you could see, just for a moment, what I see
who you are, what you've been, and what your meant to be
you'd understand, that I can't help you to wait
for someone else to come along in life, and change your fate
you made me hesitate, wait, I made me hesitate too
regulations, self-probation, I only end-up hating you
I cant figure what to say, so I'm going to bed
and if I don't wake, just know fate, was in motion, my friend.
I'll see you later.