Then you call it your mirror And then you hate it And then you spit on it Sorry you're not a god Now every thought you feel within turning into flames
call it your mirror And then you hate it, and then you spit on it But sorry, you're not a god Now every thought you feel within turning into flames
my eyes see a different world Here you are standing there breaking my heart, as you're crushing yourself But lately you've been painting on the walls With it like