I discover my face through the looking glass
Surprised of myself, i try to find that features that made me be that sweet child i can barely remember
Messy gold hair and big eyes
With angelical porcelaine soft skin
And white lace dress floating in the wind
But now, through the looking glass
Im looking for myself once more
I want to meet that little girl, at least through the looking glass
She appears with universe eyes, and dont know why makes me smile
But then, she is gone again
And everything i see while i try to touch the looking glass is a bruised visage,
While i reach from the ground fragments of the haunting ghosts of the past
That i tried to left behind...
My hands, and my body disintegrates as the sand.
Now the ghost is me.