Stare into the broken mirror in hopes to find myself but nobody's looking back.
In the reflection stares a silhouette, eroded, lost, his soul is black.
Don't you ask where I am, I have gone away to fucking rot
So I ask them, "why do you care?"
I cannot fucking control myself
Time stood still as my life passed me by,
but still I refused to die.
These voices tell me that we are the same, so why would you make me feel this fucking weak?
Now "god" has left me be, and the skeletons in my closet will come for me.