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It's always a bitch to look into the mirror.
It's always a bitch when you look into the mirror.
To see your reflection, laughing at you as your life turns into a tremor.
To see your self through your self.
I don't know who I am, but what I think I am changes, when i see my self, and empty bottles and needles just don't help.
It's not a physical condition,
But the overwhelming sense of mental deprivation.
It goes beyond what I can see, it goes beyond what I can fathom.
It makes me feel like I'm not here anymore, I just see faces, and it doesn't even matter, how loud I shout at them.
Seeing different people everyday
Just makes me want to turn away.
But how can I turn my back on myself?
I never intended to end up as a dusty book on the shelf.
Left behind
But I'll pretend like everything is fine.
Because in the world we live in
We just have to flash that million dollar fake smile every now and then
And people won't feel compelled to have to worry
Even if they did, help would most definitely not come in a hurry.
Sometimes in the mirror, we have to turn into Mona Lisa.
Flashing a secret smile
With worlds on the inside full of unimaginable demons and pain smothered in grotesque worldly vile.
It's a bitch looking in the mirror.
To realize what we are is nothing, and the message only getting clearer.
To see your reflection, laughing at you as your life turns into a tremor.
To see your self through your self.
I don't know who I am, but what I think I am changes, when i see my self, and empty bottles and needles just don't help.
It's not a physical condition,
But the overwhelming sense of mental deprivation.
It goes beyond what I can see, it goes beyond what I can fathom.
It makes me feel like I'm not here anymore, I just see faces, and it doesn't even matter, how loud I shout at them.
Seeing different people everyday
Just makes me want to turn away.
But how can I turn my back on myself?
I never intended to end up as a dusty book on the shelf.
Left behind
But I'll pretend like everything is fine.
Because in the world we live in
We just have to flash that million dollar fake smile every now and then
And people won't feel compelled to have to worry
Even if they did, help would most definitely not come in a hurry.
Sometimes in the mirror, we have to turn into Mona Lisa.
Flashing a secret smile
With worlds on the inside full of unimaginable demons and pain smothered in grotesque worldly vile.
It's a bitch looking in the mirror.
To realize what we are is nothing, and the message only getting clearer.
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