The  Reflection  -  The  Haunted

Oh  she  was  a  little  girl

And  I  was  only  just  learning  to  cry

I  would  call  her  name

To  see  her  beautiful  eyes  glow

Oh  look  at  me

Oh  look  at  me

They  tell  you  to  hold  on  and  say

That  one  day  you'll  understand

Well  I'm  still  waiting

Yeah  I'm  still  here

I  want  something  more

Something  gained

Something  pure

Oh  she  was  a  little  jealous

Of  him  I  should  know

And  he  was  little  backwards

Now  with  nothing  much  to  show

Well  everything  she  said  will  leave  me  cold

And  everything  you  give  leads  to  nowhere

It  all  amounts  to  this  it  all  amounts  to  this

All  this  time  I  never  knew  of  your  very  word

We  pass  it  down  it  keeps  repeating

We  break  and  run  we  keep  deceiving

I  am  becoming  I  have  become

I  am  becoming  of  your  word

I  am  reflection  I  am  the  sun

I  am  the  shadow  I  am  the  gun

I  want  something  more

Something  gained

Something  pure