It's begins with a stare off.
12 empty water bottles, and my quench has yet to be satisfied.
Clear my throat, clear your mind.

Today I studied a certain someone, who's very uncertain.
I encountered his company and his conversation.
He told me he was lonely.
He told he finally admitted himself into his depression.
His face looked startled.
His lips wanted to speak.
It seemed as if he lost his ability to think straight.
He told me the texture wasn't the smoothness he had once felt.

Mirror mirror on the wall.
Who's the cluttered of them all?
Mirror mirror, why are you so filthy?

It struck me then and there.
That I've met this person once before.
Familiar face, familiar place, familiar name.
He took a seat in my living room.
I noticed the devil on his shoulder, the angel had deprived.
At that point after, the loneliness knocked on my front door.
I've hid for too long, I've denied for too long.
My concious tapped me on my shoulder.
I didn't give in to it's nonsense.
I don't give in.

We agreed, the world gives in.
Deep into it's knee's.
We agreed, lonely people have needs.

Mirror Mirror be dependable.

The boy looked me right in the eyes.
Gave me a hint that I was in desperate need of help.
That's when I realized that the boy, he was a reflection of myself.