Everywhere, once and again...

I see nothing but myself,

reflections that disgust me...

Everywhere.

Mirrors, windows, the TV screen.

Pictures, memories and that storm...

It's all a bleak,

and it feels so wrong.

I try but can't help myself,

more disappointments than I can collect.

No matter where I look, 

I won't see what's meant to be.

What was meant to stay.

I see nothing but myself,

reflections that disgust me...

Everywhere.

I'll pray to God once and again,

ask for forgiveness, repent

once and again.

But it will scramble over me,

tumbling thunder,

crying soul...

It's all a bleak,

and it feels so wrong.

Pca.