SilverRogue: This is a sad little songfic for the song Reflections. Everyone seems to assume that Gir is happy. Sometimes I think otherwise.

Nightshade: Well, actually, I brought up that point, not you. I was the one who thought Gir probably KNEW he wasn't a Sir, and was sad because he had been forced to act like one.

Wednesday: PoorlittleGir!SilverRogueownsabsolutelynothingbythewaysodon'tyoudaresueheror she'llattackyouwithhomicidal midgetclownsarmedwithdangeroussharpenednoodlesand-

Nightshade: SHUT UP!!!!! *ahem* Well, on with the songfic. ^_^;;;

SilverRogue: And remember. If you review at least one of my fics, I'll review at least one of yours.



Look at me

Zim may think he sees

Who I really am

But he'll never know me

Every day

I am forced to play this part

Now I see

If my eyes are red

I can fool the world

But I cannot fool my heart

Who is that S.I.R. I see

Staring straight back at me?

When will my reflection show

What I am inside?

.

I am now

On a mission where I

Have to hide my heart

And what I believe in

But someday

I want to show the world

What's inside my heart

And be loved for who I am

.

Who is that S.I.R. I see

Staring straight back at me?

Why is my reflection

Something I don't know?

Must I pretend that I'm

Something else?

For all time

When will my reflection show

Who I am inside?

.

There's a heart that must be free to fly

That burns with a need to know the reason why

.

Why do I still conceal

What I think?

How I feel?

Must there be a secret me?

I'm forced to hide

I won't pretend that I'm

Just a S.I.R.

For all time

When will my reflection show

Who I am inside?

When will my reflection show

Who I am inside?