Note: Title Translation: The Mirror Has Two Faces



Chapter 1: la muerte es la máscara detrás de las palabras
Translation: Death is the mask you wear

 I sit here, wondering who I really am
Am I a poet? Do I hide myself?
Can I figure out why I’m dying inside
Saying what I want to say I keep only in my mind

I’m lost of logic, as you say
You seem to know me, foolish in your desperate way
I write to save me, you write, popular is all you’ll ever be

Strained, poison are your eyes
You speak of lonely moments, bathing within your lies
You create the same instance, brainwashing the pack
Meanwhile, all they’re really doing, prettying your tragic back

Patting you on the heart... wait, is it true?
I thought you didn’t have one, must’ve missed that part
Lovely isn’t it? To be dead in your zombie
Confused with eerie disenchanted woe, it smacks you blindly

Hate is what you learn to wear
Pain is what you’ll soon feel, oh don’t worry, its there

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