Blood of my bloodSkin of my skinKin of my kinThe only difference is what's buried withinMy character blossoms and flourishes without your rays of vita..
I miss youHaven't you noticedI guess notSince we haven't kept contactThroughout these elongated yearsI asked if you missed me tooAnd you lied through ..
She's trapped in her reflectionShe is the expectationBut not the exceptionThe cup is quite the lookerYet inside is just as the void in her heartShe is..