Things apart of me
Things i cannot see
Turn around, in the mirror
All these things becoming clearer
I am still a child
All these thoughts are running wild
What is wrong with my head
Sometimes i think I'm already dead
Full of doubt, can you help me out
Things controlling me
Things i fear to see
Turn around, in the mirror
All these things becoming clearer
I am still afraid
And i am all to blame
What is wrong with my head
Sometimes i think I'm already dead
Full of doubt, can you help me out
Things inside of me
Things i cannot be
Turn around, in the mirror
All of me becoming clearer
I am still incomplete
I wish writing would help me sleep