Stones pitted against my window
At the reflection that I see;
Viewing from the other side,
A different view of me.
At the reflection that I see;
Viewing from the other side,
A different view of me.
PIT, PIT, PIT, PIT;
Marring up the glass.
Now what I see reflection there,
An injured, bloodied mass.
Step away, no need to view;
Reflection now is shattered,
For the view, I used to see;
Now, no longer mattered.
Reflection now is shattered,
For the view, I used to see;
Now, no longer mattered.
The person seen, I knew as me
Was changed by a misjudgment
And now the ones, who threw the stones,
Have marred what I now see.
Was changed by a misjudgment
And now the ones, who threw the stones,
Have marred what I now see.
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