It’s a lonely night.
I stare at a girl, I don’t ask her name,
It’s clear to me, her souls in pain.
Her eyes look tired, they show no hope,
She’s fallen down, she cannot cope.
I gaze upon her sad expression,
She’s in a pit of deep depression.
She’s staring back, observing me,
I wonder just what she can see.
I’ve seen this girl, somewhere before,
I have the same clothes, that she wore.
We seem to have a real connection,
Me and the girl in my reflection.