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
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
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
