“I Don’t Know the Girl in the Mirror”



i dont know the girl in the mirror


i used to

we used to be quite close

i could tell you

every nuance and oxymoron

every agreement and disagreement set

into the lines on her forehead


i told you we used to be close

but we drifted apart somehow

so far yet so near

ships in the night

doesnt quite express 

more like living on opposite sides of the globe

but i live in a desert 

and she in an oasis


shes too pretty for tears 

the girl in the mirror, i mean

shes got eyes made to find

the beauty in sadness and

the remorse in the color blue


i want to know her

but i cant

we are on two different sides of the mirror

i on regret

and she on opportunity