The Dead Eye Pt. IV: The Reflection

She was a little girl and I was only just learning to crawl

I would call her name to see her beautiful eyes glow

Look at me... look at me

They tell you to hold on and say that one day you'll understand

Well I'm still waiting... I'm still here

I want something more

Something kind

Something more

She was a little jonesy, oh I should know

He was a little backwards man with nothing much to show

And everything she said would leave me cold

And everything he did leads to nowhere

It all amounts to this... it all amounts to this

All this time I never knew who you really were

We pass it down, it keeps repeating

We break and run, we keep deceiving

I am becoming - I am become

I am becoming - I am the one

I am reflection - I am the sun

I am the shadow - I am the gun

I want something more

Something kind

Something pure

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Series based on The Haunted's The Dead Eye

Images by Mark

Words by The Haunted