Trapped.

You're holding my mirror 
I want it back
I want to get close
That's close to fact

I'll count my steps slowly
I'll make sure I'm right
I'll take back my mirror
By the end of tonight

When your glass reflects mine
A darker me shows
I'm distorted and blurry
From my head to my toes

I'm trapped in your mirror
While you hold onto mine
I need to break free
Before I go blind

Let me out now
But don't blink me away
I can find an escape
Some other way

If this isn't real
Where's the real route?
If this isn't right
Why stay in doubt?

If this isn't true
What's it about?
If this isn't love...























...how do I get out?