Maybe some days you love your life
Maybe in some ways you love the strife

When you look in the mirror do you even recognize yourself? Do you see all the dreams you once had
but bottled up just to place them on a dusty shelf?

You're looking for the good time paradise for an escape. A place that works for a little while before once more, you ruin the beauty in its everything.

You pretend everyday just to survive.
You barely live a fraction of what looks like a life.
You wake up, you play along, you hide.

No one will ever truly know or understand you.
No one will ever truly know more than the
lies hiding the truth.

You can't even love yourself and that's the root of all your problems. No matter what equation you throw in to the mix hoping it'll help to solve them.

You pray on the weak and broken because you can relate. Not taking into account their fragile like state.

You play along for a little while,
for you just another role.
Then you leave,
shattering them to pieces,
taking your toll.

Always the man with nothing honest to say.
Always that man looking back in the mirror
that'll never change.