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By RebeccaBeth_88 Date: 2010 Dec 18 Comment on this Work [[2010.12.18.23.35.22775]] |
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Maybe it's the sound of your voice, Or the sound of the silence when you hang up the phone. Either way, I hate looking in the mirror Because I am not myself when you are not here. Why must I feel this way? Why does my reflection have to change? My words echo off the wall, So does my heartbeat -- And the tears drip off of my chin, Bounce off of my hands, Rain to the floor. Maybe it's the look in your eyes, Or the fact that I haven't seen you in so long. Either way, I hate looking in the mirror Because I am not myself when you are not here. Come back, for a few seconds, Only to leave again. My heartbeat echoes off the wall. Come back, for a few seconds. I can't be when you're not here. |