The forces within Are in constant battle. The good always wins – Or so you thought. But the veil has been lifted Revealing a barefaced you You with your angel wings Deserve no halo. In truth, you hide That dark little side.
What hold do you have of me That I tend to measure myself In the sparkle of your eyes Or depth of your sighs? Why must the tone of your voice Or purse of your lips Have the power to decide What eats me up inside? How did you turn into my mirror But kept a mind of your own Will the reflection I see Ever stop breaking me?