sometimes i look inside the mirror
and nothing can stop me from thinking
no one will fall in love with you
those eight words pierce the quiet air
and bounce back from the glass
to hit me in the gut
every part of me hopes those eight words will never be the truth
but as of now
there is nothing on this earth that proves i am right
i cannot raise my hand in the wind
and turn and twist fate
into a direction it’s not supposed to go