The Reflection - The Haunted
Oh she was a little girl
And I was only just learning to cry
I would call her name
To see her beautiful eyes glow
Oh look at me
Oh look at me
They tell you to hold on and say
That one day you'll understand
Well I'm still waiting
Yeah I'm still here
I want something more
Something gained
Something pure
Oh she was a little jealous
Of him I should know
And he was little backwards
Now with nothing much to show
Well everything she said will leave me cold
And everything you give leads to nowhere
It all amounts to this it all amounts to this
All this time I never knew of your very word
We pass it down it keeps repeating
We break and run we keep deceiving
I am becoming I have become
I am becoming of your word
I am reflection I am the sun
I am the shadow I am the gun
I want something more
Something gained
Something pure
