In the mirrors I look fat
In the puddles I look thin
I can’t seem to control
The thoughts I’m letting in

I see faces in the flowers
I see faces in the trees
I always go up I always go down
Like waves riding the seas

Mistrust is my nightmare
Mistrust is my only friend
I tell this to my doctor
Upon who I have come to depend

Pills I swallow often
Pills I hate to take
But I need their calming reassurance
Otherwise I’ll just fall and break