How are your lies so seemingly close to the truth
and how was i so seemingly close to meaning something
maybe i’m easily tricked, possibly?
or maybe you just suck, probably
most nights i pray that you'll never look at me again
that you'll find someone else's life and mind to complicate
but as it stands i’m still breaking mirrors with my fist and trying to drown myself
running around trying to leave this trap, this life and you