We look at ourselves in the mirror once more,
Thinking this time will be different, this time,I know it for sure
But when you see that reflection, everything becomes a blur
All you can see is the monster
and the voice inside your head becomes a slur
No, that's not true, I'm different, I'm new!
But the voice in your head won't agree with you :
You're broken, bruised, why are you still alive?
I don't really want to die. But I want to live, not only survive.
So, you look at the mirror and smile at the monster,
Darling, it's not over, you're the disease, so watch out, because I'm making the cure.
