I hate it when you think others can fix you
Anyone can break and hit you
But you’re the only one that can fix the your tissues
Drop the tissues
There’s no use in crying when at the end of the day they still hit you
Why am I still talking to the mirror and why do I miss you
Why do I feel like you’re hiding under behind me so others might miss you
Instead of accepting yourself you hid behind my heart so I can endure the hell
I miss you.