The story
She reflects what he refuses to see.
She stands there holding his blame like a cracked mirror, taking the blame he throws because it lands back on him. Every insult he hurls only shows his own hands, his own mess, his own fear of the woman who will not shrink to fit his story. Then the glass holds steady, and he is left staring at himself.
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Lyrics
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