• Your face mocks me,
    Your eyes I can't bear to see,
    Your coy smile I want to break.

    You laugh me down,
    Your face so perfect,
    The image of who I tried to be.

    You know who I am,
    you use it against me,
    mocking and breaking my soul.

    Now I can't stand it,
    I'm tired of all the lies,
    And I'm ready for you to die.

    Laughing as you laugh back,
    I draw the blade across,
    Watching you lifeblood flow.

    Far too late I notice,
    That my own hands quake,
    And my own heart slows.

    Now I slump forward,
    A mimick of your own actions,
    And now I know the truth.

    That you are me,
    And I am you.