All the things that I thought were true,
All the things that we’ve been through,
All the things that I’ve done for him,
We’re all a waste as it seems…
But why do I even bother,
When I treat him as a brother,
Could there be something hidden-
Something more maybe even?
I look into the mirror,
What has happened all these years?
In sight are plastics- traitors,
The past that fills eyes with tears.
Time has made so much things change,
Sweet flowers turned to hard stones.
But your reflection stayed the same,
All this time, I should have known.