That girl has everything that I crave
She was a dream that I had
She was the girl that I wanted to be
But I know I'll never be her

I woke up this morning
To look at myself
At the mirror
To see the chaos on myself

Then I touched reflection
I told her that:
"you are the problem that will never be solved"
She nodded
With the tears that stream on her face

Everything's so clear now
I can see the mess of her right now
I surely know that,
The problem is her thoughts

I assure her to let go of her thoughts
She pointed at me as she answered
Turns out...
Her mess is mine