"With the look of life"

Have you ever wondered
while looking in a mirror
to know what it was like
if you weren't here?

Staring slowly at you glimmering eyes,
you could question everything down to your thighs,
but yet you continue on,
acting like there's purpose beyond.

The star's reach is numerour and great,
yet we're contained to this pitiful earth,
so why is there so much hate?
It breeds what's left of the curse.

And beyond the eyes,
a glimmering strife,
you see it once,
it's the look. the look of life.