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I look into the mirror,
and I don't see my reflection.
I reach my hand out to hold yours,
to get some attention.
I slip from my grip,
but I land on nothing.
I keep on falling,
I fall right on through.
I keep falling for you,
because I never want to let go.
I will never give up,
there is too much that I know.
I stop falling,
and wait for you.
I wait for you,
for you to land.
I wait for you,
so I can hold your hand.
You brought me back up,
so I can stand.
I just want to hold your hand,
you are my grip - you keep me up.
I never want to slip,
so let me hold your hand.
I look into the mirror again,
and because of you,
I can see my reflection.
Don't let go of my hand,
or else I'll fall again.
Well guess what,
I guess it's too late.
You let go of my hand,
was this the right fate?
This is dedicated to Tyler.
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