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i seem to be walking through a maze,

in a constant haze,

is this just a faze,

like a house of mirrors,

every room looking the same,

yet different in it's own way,

i've been down this road before,

or have i....should i turn back,

but no i can't,

i see your face in every mirror,

distorted views of you as i see you cry,

as i see you hurt,

as i see you laugh,

as i see that side of anger,

bitterness....happiness....pleasure,

and all i can think is keep going,

maybe one of these mirrors will have each emotion all together,

yet the situation is sensitive,

as sensitive as a glasshouse,

and i'm tossing rocks around,

your heart is precious to me,

and i will do anything to keep it safe,

i continue to live because of God's grace,

baby...just wanting to caress your face,

to hold your hand in mine,

come on in and close the door,

for this party is now over,

it's non appealing to me,

because of the non existence of my heart and soul,

in which you hold in your hands,

princess of mine,

help me to find my way out of this place,

connect all the reflections,

become whole to me,

be one with me,

because i can't stand this glasshouse that i've built around you,

become whole to me,

be one with me,

i just want my baby......(ccm)