How many coats of paint does it take before the paint dries up and breaks?
And will it take what it was that was painted in the first place?
Or will it free what's inside, allowing it to wake?
For sanity's sake, I hope the vase doesn't shatter
On second though I hope it does, let the pieces scatter
Scoop them up and throw them out like they never even mattered

Now I know that this world is made up of fractured mirrors
So I look into them all in attempts to see me clearer
If I could see without the feeling, maybe I could begin my healing
But for now I'm kneeling on the ground, looking to the sky
No answers have been found, yet still I ask why? 

The End

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