When I look in the mirror I know what I see, Changing faces that like to lie to me,
Scratch, pull, beg or plea,
I can’t escape this and be free,
I can’t stop these thoughts that loom,
In my mind behind my eyes full of doom,
I can’t escape this prison without a room,
I feel the poison in the mirror starting to bloom,
Every time I look I see a different mask,
Holding me down steadfast in the past,...