It's too soft but again too harsh
It's too hot but yet so cold
The stare you give me through the mirror
As if you can't stand the one before you
As if you can't love the way you see the world through your broken strings.
It's too soft but again too harsh
It's too hot but yet so cold
The stare you give me through the mirror
As if you can't stand the one before you
As if you can't love the way you see the world through your broken strings.