1/11/16
Hiding behind my own reflection—
who stares back with a beguiling gaze.
An intoxicating grin that pulls you in
but never seems to let you win.
I've become a slave to my own hindsight
not knowing what is right or wrong
never knowing if I belong
Only seeing the mistakes I've made
all along the way.
Your intoxicating grin
that never lets me win
fills my heart with sin
until I've given in.