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  As I pass the silvered glass, I see shame
Wondering if my soul will ever be whole
and If there is an end to this pain
I see the reflections of a tattered soul

I look in the mirror,what I see isn't whole
Ripped, battered, dragged and torn
I see the reflections of a tattered soul
Tired, beaten, lost and worn

 So as you pass this shadowed pane
broken, sad, weary and cold
When you looked into my shame
You saw the reflections of a tattered soul