I've been looking in the mirror for so long that I've come to believe that my soul is on the other side. All the little pieces falling shattered. Shards of me too sharp to put back together, too small to matter, but big enough to cut me in so many little pieces if I try to touch her. Lie to me, convince me that I've been sick forever, and all of this will make sense when I get better. But I know the difference between myself and my reflection, I just can't help but wonder wich of us do you love
