• I've learned now,
    That every mirror has to sides.
    Like the division of one's soul,
    There is the normal side.
    And that which mirrors it.

    All I ever wanted,
    was to be on the other side.
    Though no one will let me out.
    No matter how much I beg, or cry.
    I can hear the screams,
    Of all the ones condemned,
    Who, like me, long to leave but cannot.

    How did I get here?
    On this side...
    What did I do to deserve this?
    They tell me it's how its supposed to be.
    But I know they're wrong.
    I know by my voice that screams,
    By my eyes that weep,
    And by my heart, that bleeds.