No matter how far or fast I run
I will keep coming back to the place
where
bathroom is my favorite show stage
and
the cold floor feels more comfortable than the bed
I watch the blue fairy lights twinkle above my head
I wonder,
do they ever get sad?
I drink coffee to replace my hunger
but I end up punching my stomach with anger
Mirror
Mirror
Mirror
When will you stop showing me that monster?
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 9:58 PM UTC
No matter how far or fast I run
I will keep coming back to the place
where
bathroom is my favorite show stage
and
the cold floor feels more comfortable than the bed
I watch the blue fairy lights twinkle above my head
I wonder,
do they ever get sad?
I drink coffee to replace my hunger
but I end up punching my stomach with anger
Mirror
Mirror
Mirror
When will you stop showing me that monster?
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