One I met a girl
who saw through the eyes of everyone.
She was real, but a fantasy.
I recall her dragging dress...
Like a distant dream to me.
She turned to me and said,
"All may not be as it seems."
But I wonder, who could she be?.

Once I met a lamenting girl, she told me
of sad times.
So self risking by her actions!
So foolish, I was honestly suprised...
One I met a girl, who had her own world
in those clouded hazel eyes.

Once I met a girl
who was so naive
to this world...
Having her own beliefs,
and to a blooming interest
in a girl she met?
A confusion upon herself
lost in her world
beyond the scoping eyes.
Or was her fantasy just lies?

She saw through me, too.
I wonder if how
I have saw myself...
Would I be disgusted?
And everso mistrusted?
Tell me, girl in the mirror;
If I were to shatter my own
reflection, would...
Those cold hazel eyes stop
looking in my direction?