I don\'t like what looks back at me in the mirror
The flaws has never been more clearer
I can try to hide the fact
But it always seems to come back
That thing that watches me in the mirror
It\'s thoughts tell of rot and eventual decay
It wishes to share, but there\'s no words to say
It runs, it tries it\'s best
But down it feels in it\'s chest
It can\'t run away from the deep-rooted decay
It bleeds regret and it swallows lies
It\'s very hand hurts those in it\'s life
It\'s tongue is split and bitter
It\'s love brings blight and wither
It\'s very self is one pure lie
I don\'t like what looks back at me in the mirror
It\'s thoughts has never been more clearer
No matter what my head comes to bring
I will always be that pathetic thing
It that stares back from the mirror