Through the Glass Behind this two-way mirror I don't expect you to see Anything about whatever it is That makes up the most of me. You see what you want to see You feel what you want to feel Everything that you see about me Is just what you expect it to be You want me to be this version of you To control who I am and Control everything that I do I have no way to show And I have no way to know- If you really don't want me to go I could stand here waiting.. But when I look at you I see the hate that you hold for you. You don't know how to look back at me. So maybe you can call it fate but Through the mirror- ..Behind the glass This is where I hide all of my past. You would have just- had to ask.