ImagesI watch you, through the looking glass
What do I see, how much is real, how much made up
All the tears, all the truth's , were they real or all lies, so confusing no matter how I look.
Casting eyes upon your soul, do I see the true you, standing before me
Or just an illusion so you can hide your disguise
I cannot tell which to believe
For two images I do see
Which one do you give me