• Taste of your tears,
    so familiar they seem.
    lets hear three tears,
    for trageties i bleed.

    Looking into the mirror
    to my sister on the side.
    you find my tears so faamiliar,
    you know you do noot like.

    so you curse and smsh the mirror,
    wich gets you what another source of pain?
    when i look into the mirror
    i notice were the same.

    sister underneath the skin
    the one who bleeds of sin
    i noticed who you were today.
    when you cursed i did the same.
    you are me,
    what a tragety.