You judge me through the glass that are your eyes

Made so cold through years of pain you don't even realize

The same that they have done to you

The same you do to me

So caught up in your tortured mind

That you can't even see


How do you expect to know me by taking just one look

You cannot judge me accuratly by the cover of my book

All the things that I have done

And all that I went through

Only from contact can they be passed on to you

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