The Red Mask
Holding on for so long
I look back and see myself
Reflections of who used to be
Wanting to come forth
Yet afraid to see
Where I have walked
And my prints from yore
From the glass of the mirror
I see your eyes on mine
You…
The Red Mask
Holding on for so long
I look back and see myself
Reflections of who used to be
Wanting to come forth
Yet afraid to see
Where I have walked
And my prints from yore
From the glass of the mirror
I see your eyes on mine
You…
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