Mirrors Don'T Lie
It is in my echoes
That I hear
That voice
I said I’d never be
It’s the style she utilized
That is mirrored on to me
And here I vowed I’d never be like her
But here I am here doing things her way
So I guess I am a product of my Mother
Well whom else would I follow?
A smile
Then swallow!
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