Saturday, August 15, 2009

Epitomize

By Matt Freire

It’s me fighting the war
And you running away
It’s me on the front line
And you blinking an eye
It’s me dashing in
And you pealing my skin
It’s me dodging the blows
It’s your finger that shows

It’s me looking at you
And it’s you smiling at me
It’s me running away
And you’re here to stay
And I swing a fist
And you retaliate
And we fall to the earth
And you are no more
And then I stand up
And you’re looking at me

It’s me in the mirror
It’s just you and I
And if I don’t look
You will die
It’s you in the mirror
You and I
And if you don’t look
I will die


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