Looking in the mirror like...
Hate my body; fucking hate myself
Wish I could shed my skin and escape from this hell
Word that describes me is hopeless, chosen I’ll never be
Can’t see a scar on my face. How can I grow if I never bleed?
Thought I was so cool in high school, not even a local celebrity
So I hid behind these alcohol bottles, the most broken of remedies
Inches from going postal, like a package set to ship
How the fuck I expect things to get right? My prerequisite is wreckin shit
Then digging through the wreckage trying to find out whose fault it is
But shovel the debris and what do i see? A mirror. It’s so obvious
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