There’s a figure I could recognize reflected on the foggy mirror, I was taught to call it me; blue eyes, highlighted blond hair but I couldn’t distinguish water drops from my tears, I used to be strong. and there is a man standing behind her and se can see him in the mirror, he is waiting for her to stop crying but no one knows if he will hurt he because he is angry at her
There’s a figure I could recognize reflected on the foggy mirror, I was taught to call it me; blue eyes, highlighted blond hair but I couldn’t distinguish water drops from my tears, I used to be strong. and there is a man standing behind her and se can see him in the mirror, he is waiting for her to stop crying but no one knows if he will hurt he because he is angry at her