You try to act all tough with pride
Yet what you are is dead inside
These little things they shouldn't matter
But they will leave you bruised and battered
Smelling the threat that leaves you strained
All the while messing with your brain
Telling you a million lies
Making you wish you could still cry
Blaming the world and not yourself
Leaving your worries on a shelf
The secret is it's all your fault
Never thought you would get caught
Your insignificance, fear of rejection
Then you stop to look at your reflection.
You are what I am.
I am what you are.
We are one and the same.
You can't run that far.