Reflection Of Ones Self I see you looking, Staring at me with disappointment, Hiding your true emotions, Is this who I thought you were. Bottled up, trying to escape, I feel those eyes once more, Piercing my armour from the inside, Who is this hurtful person. Time for me to make a stand, Feeling on top and ready to fight, Once again I catch sight, Those eyes in my crosshairs. Looking o so familiar, Mimicking me, every move I make, Game over, game won, My reflection is who I have become!

Muse Clearly I'm your favourite instrument because you play me with ease!

Platform 6 The sound of the whistle, The screech of the brakes, Get there on time, For all of our sakes. Standing side by side, Waiting for the rush, Knocking with our shoulders, We try to get in front. The doors open wide, As we struggle all to fit, Standing with pride, Because I cant be arsed to sit.

Fight Night Driven by hatred, Driven by love, Fighting for survival, Bitten by the bug. Taping up your hands, Strapping up the glove, Entering the ring, Knowing that your tough. Landing your punch, Straight uppercut, Quick flash of red, This opponent is done.