note: There's an illustration for this piece found in my bio.
The Prince and The Pauper
I saw you passing by and stopped. You look at me and I see my reflection in your eyes.
I saw you standing there, staring at me. You're probably wondering why I'm here.
How thick is this wall?
How strong is this gate?
How many steps will it take?
How will this wall break?
I close my eyes...
I don't look back...
... when you walked away.
... when I walked away.
So this is pain.
So this is life.
To need...
To want...
And not recieve.
And not take.
If things were different
If things were different
Will I ever notice you?
Will I even look at you?
Perhaps...
I guess...
... this is enough.
... this is enough.
That when I look at you ... I see you looking back at me.