Nothing Left Of Me

Step into my reflection
And all that I can see
This world behind the curtain
There’s nothing left of me


The mirror hides a painting
Brush strokes transparent see
This portrait disappointing
There’s nothing left of me

Only so many times
I can re-invent
Personality is lost
Drowned in wet cement

But that’s a good thing for me
Yeah that’s a good thing for me
There’s nothing left of me

© Glenn Davies 2003

Written 28 March 2003