It's like staring into a mirror,
So alike and so different.
She's another world,
Another past,
another destiny.
Trapt through fragile glass,
Gone and here.
Are we the same?
Or just a broken image,
A reflection of the other.
When will I be able to look and see myself,
Not the empty shell of another.
She's another world,
Another past,
Another destiny.
Or is she me?
