You thought you got away from me?
There's not a thought I cannot see,
And not a place I cannot be,
The only thing you'll never need,
To go on through the world.

i'm on the other side of the mirror,
the constasnt, tumbling rush of words
you always long to say, always just a hand's breadth away, the person you'd be if you weren't a better person, the thought behind the smirk, the lead weight that will drag you down and make you choke on your own pretty, harmless lies.