Now take a look in this broken mirror,
begin to hate what you see,
the person you've now become,
and the person you claim to be,
mistaken identity, the pain and misery
it doesn't just go away, this feeling just
comes around and stays around all day...

stuck to this connection with my
reflection which tells my confessions,
even though it ain't helpin, by my heart
feeling so wretched, somebody help me...

If you could care, shattered pieces are
everywhere, fist are no longer bleedin but
cryin tears filled with much dispair.

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LowerTown's Finest