| {singing into the mirror}
What you’ve become
Just as I have
Are you and I so unalike?
Huddled here, you,
Just as I am
Afraid if we dance we might die
Mock the world
Live safe, say why
Don’t you know
When you live life
Then you become what you are
What you are
Is the beast in a lover’s arms
What you are
Is the devil in the sweet, sweet kiss
What you are
Is missing a piece
What you are
Is a puzzle to me
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