Trail Of Tears

Deeply sown and never known
The mirror bleeds the truth
Deeply sown and never known
Your presence is fading
As I fill my glass and watch my own reflection
then I know that I'll be gone
As I raise my hand, try to comprehend what
I've been missing, I feel distracted
In the mist of my own perception
I bow before myself
The pressure is not withdrawn, I fall again
I catch a glimpse of my downright pretending self