A Gun To The Mirror
It’s the one thing that’ll test all you have,
All you’re worth for and just how far you’ll go to live.
Chapter after chapter,
I’ve failed every section,
Seeming yet, I can’t do it on my own.
If I asked you to save me,
I’d be talking from myself,
What burns in my veins like poisonous blood,
Is the hate I’ve found for the reflection that I see.
If I weren’t bound by promises,
My wrists would be cut, and I’d be smiling at you.
But instead I’m trying to fit through the loophole I’ve found in the galaxy,
Where I could get away with lying.
I just want to be different,
And not questioned with reason,
I’ve found a new way,
And one day I’ll try it.
Slowly and carefully,
I lied to him.
I’m not going to apologize for what’s going to make me happy.
For what’s going to make me different.
It’s like pens and needles,
Needles and knives,
Knives and razors,
Razors and lies,
Lies and trust,
Trust and truth,
Truth and life,
Life and happiness,
Happiness and me,
Me.
Who has no happiness for who I am.
Denial and individualism,
Those are my props,
A fake face and my lies,
The actors I’ve hired.
My plans are coming together,
The sign is clear,
A roman candle on the fourth of July,
Except its past that time.
Nobody will bother to look back and see the plan I’ve been forming.
Without better explanation or a reason you’ll understand,
I refuse to answer you’re questions with anything other than lies of ‘I’m fine.’
I’m contemplating luck,
And just what bad types can do,
If I ever took a gun and pointed to you,
And all I can say is it’d shatter everything.
My reflection,
My depression,
My hell and the confessions about how…
My fake hero just wants to be free.
Inspiration comes from here.
‘If you look in the mirror,
And don’t like what you,
See you can find out first hand what its like to be me.’
All you’re worth for and just how far you’ll go to live.
Chapter after chapter,
I’ve failed every section,
Seeming yet, I can’t do it on my own.
If I asked you to save me,
I’d be talking from myself,
What burns in my veins like poisonous blood,
Is the hate I’ve found for the reflection that I see.
If I weren’t bound by promises,
My wrists would be cut, and I’d be smiling at you.
But instead I’m trying to fit through the loophole I’ve found in the galaxy,
Where I could get away with lying.
I just want to be different,
And not questioned with reason,
I’ve found a new way,
And one day I’ll try it.
Slowly and carefully,
I lied to him.
I’m not going to apologize for what’s going to make me happy.
For what’s going to make me different.
It’s like pens and needles,
Needles and knives,
Knives and razors,
Razors and lies,
Lies and trust,
Trust and truth,
Truth and life,
Life and happiness,
Happiness and me,
Me.
Who has no happiness for who I am.
Denial and individualism,
Those are my props,
A fake face and my lies,
The actors I’ve hired.
My plans are coming together,
The sign is clear,
A roman candle on the fourth of July,
Except its past that time.
Nobody will bother to look back and see the plan I’ve been forming.
Without better explanation or a reason you’ll understand,
I refuse to answer you’re questions with anything other than lies of ‘I’m fine.’
I’m contemplating luck,
And just what bad types can do,
If I ever took a gun and pointed to you,
And all I can say is it’d shatter everything.
My reflection,
My depression,
My hell and the confessions about how…
My fake hero just wants to be free.
Inspiration comes from here.
‘If you look in the mirror,
And don’t like what you,
See you can find out first hand what its like to be me.’