These walls collapsing around me, pushing me down the hell hole Will Hades give me shelter? I'm losing my mind, losing all control Was I already in pieces? Or crushed in transit? Does anyone really care? I'm broken goods, no, return not possible, I'm broken beyond repair My reflection, I hate myself, it's so ugly, it's revolting, it's me, go figure The question lingers, who will fall in love, with this horrible man in my mirror?