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?