Mirror mirror in my room,
I\'m looking at a face of gloom.
Who even am I? Complicated soul,
I\'m trapped today in this black hole.
Monday morning, gone eleven,
I\'m stood wondering if there is a heaven.
What if the troubled go straight to hell?
I can hear the sound of my inner knell.
I\'m slowly spiraling
Darkness below,
Fuck you satan
Let me go.
I\'m calling
I\'m falling
I\'m crying
I\'m dying.