I'm the spirit that screams, the spirit that shouts, hit me with your bad dreams, I will come at you the way I met you, with empty stares and ***** dishes
You smash my nose in and hear my apology for the blood on your shoes but now I'm too old for apologies and too strong for blood, keep on hitting that face in the mirror see how it distorts for you
I'm sick of your never ending post script, your weightless "I'm sorries" and your empty stares ps ******* and **** me for building hopes so you could watch them tumble down
I hate mirrors to, not for your beloved past but my ugly future