I look in the mirror, and what do I see?

A deamon staring back at me.

I reach out my fingers and press into glass

Wishing I could change my past

Pick up the knife and cut into skin

Reopening the scars again

Letting go of the pain inside

As the internal pain subsides

Wond'ring if God is really there

Thinking no one really cares

Red drips out onto the floor

As I think of the life before

Before the innocence was lost

Before I payed such a high cost

Before I started realizing

The world isn't all that tantalizing

That my effect on time is none

And it isn't uncommon

To live your life as best you can

And leave it as when you began.