Don’t wanna be your last pick
Any mention and I fall into a black hole
Need attention, but I don’t wanna be seen on the street
It’s a complicated feeling
Playing happy for the voices in my own head
Buzzing loudly as I open and close screen after screen
Mirror, mirror in my hand
When did I get so God-damned?
Swallowed up by the thing looking back
Hollow hands fired off by a track
I'm hurting my own feelings
Walk around and try to take a little edge off
Kick around the little pieces of trash left in the street
I'm losing at my own game
Moving backwards in a full retrograde
Anxious circles, everybody I meet sees right through me
Mirror, mirror in my hand
When did I get so God-damned?
Swallowed up by the thing looking back
Hollow hands fired off by a track
Mirror, mirror in my hand
Whеn did I get so God-damned?
Swallowed up by thе thing looking back at me
Hollow hands fired off by a track
I don’t recognize all the things coming out of me
Hollow hands fired off by a track
Swallowed up by the thing looking back
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