Looking in the mirror once again
I see myself
Digging deeper for more regrets,mistakes,scars
As if I dont have enough already

All ink  all paper combined would be  less to describe the flaws and faults
All compliments would make their way in the old dusty brown box named lie in my head
All mockery would be approved and felt by each skin and bone
All deeds of past would help in staying up till 2am

Known for trying
To be someone I'm not
To mask the demon beneath smiles and laughs
To pretend to have more problems than anyone
To be perfect