Answer:
Easy being beautiful,
when the mirror is cracked,
Tell me all your secrets,
I'll make them a home,
Easy being beautiful,
when your blinded by him,
Tell me that you love me,
So im not alone,
The lake had clear water,
but the reflection of the sky,
changed its color,
The fainted red from this big box,
Is just is another (Another reason the lake is red)
This isn's a box but a casket for the broken,
his eyes they are hollowed,
his mouth it lay open,
Arms at his side,
This casket shouldn't have been closed ,
water fills his lungs,
The wetness of his clothes,
When he exhales from his water filled lungs,
And breaths in this thin air,
He stands up and walks,
yet his eyes still aren't their,
Was he buried alive,
or did he just come back to life,
His beauty is blinding,
His voice whispers lies.
(hope this helps)
