The Shape of Me

The Shape of Me

 

I look at the mirror
But no matter how much I stare
Look and examine its the same
The same stare, the same smile, the same feature
Its the same shape
But everytime I see you
Everytime I see my reflection in your eyes
I see the broken girl
The sadness she’s keeping
The hope somebody will rescue you
I see something different
The Shape of Me
I’m wondering can you also see that Shape of Me

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