Show Me Myself Metal, Glass, and tears. Stuck in your trap. Now all I see are mirrors. What are you thinking? Showing me myself. Because in the mirror isn't cunning or stealth. Rain, Fog, and a little bit of sickness. Draining souls, #life and blood, Is not sane I must confess. But now when I see my reflection. All I see is hate, pain, and rejection. For now the mirrors start to break, And the blood begins to fall. For it was for your own sake It was for your own good. For there is nothing in the mirror. I was just always in your head up here..
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