I walked away from my reflection
And I forgot the face in the mirror 
I stood on the valley, but I was born a mountain
I threw stones at the glass house of all that was me
I reduced myself to his perception of me
I lost touch with the reality of the Queen deep inside
I gave him the gun; the bullet pierced my confidence
I let him tell me who I was
Shame on me
Shame on me

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