29 July 2012
Looking into this obscure glass I see a reflection of me The only difference is the mass The owner of the reflection isn't me you see
Taste in music is the same Mess infuriates us both Our principles don't seen lame And we both hate lazy oaths
Is it coincidence or fate Why our paths have crossed this way Was it purposefully left this late Whose to know, who can say
One things for sure The must be higher reasons Maybe we are each others cure For getting through tough seasons
Mirror Image • Opuss № I