to me its someone getting bullied with in school...
''im your mirrors reflection. what you dont like about me is what you hate in yourself... you should see through others eyes before you go ahead an make em' feel like shit ,but you because you hate yourself. images! bitch!''
the images are each others reflections in both hating themselves ...ill go ahead an torment him cause i hate myself... ill get back at him an picture him as myself
''sometimes i get so frusterated haunting visions in the back of my mind''
every insult taken breaks me down an my reflection haunts me. i hate myself(you)
''you struck a pose with your hand extended ,open arms in idiocratic ways'' you pretended to be my friend or pretended to help me and backstabbed me in cruel ways.
''i see the truth upon that pedastals frowning down upon me like... a trophy valued by masses of minds are closed to a variety change. a life so bland an boring uncontent ,living through others learning from nothing.. to do with nothing real''
as this torment continues i realize that the truth is clear. people look up to each other(the trophies). they will do what everyone else does an never change. (bland and boring, uncontent)
try to lie to yourself ,but you can't break through that sacred wisdom of your spirit.
lying to themselves in forgeting their reflection.
im your mirror's reflection.
both reflections would give anything to be something more. they would both give anything to change in their own ways.
to me its someone getting bullied with in school...
''im your mirrors reflection. what you dont like about me is what you hate in yourself... you should see through others eyes before you go ahead an make em' feel like shit ,but you because you hate yourself. images! bitch!''
the images are each others reflections in both hating themselves ...ill go ahead an torment him cause i hate myself... ill get back at him an picture him as myself
''sometimes i get so frusterated haunting visions in the back of my mind''
every insult taken breaks me down an my reflection haunts me. i hate myself(you)
''you struck a pose with your hand extended ,open arms in idiocratic ways'' you pretended to be my friend or pretended to help me and backstabbed me in cruel ways.
''i see the truth upon that pedastals frowning down upon me like... a trophy valued by masses of minds are closed to a variety change. a life so bland an boring uncontent ,living through others learning from nothing.. to do with nothing real''
as this torment continues i realize that the truth is clear. people look up to each other(the trophies). they will do what everyone else does an never change. (bland and boring, uncontent)
try to lie to yourself ,but you can't break through that sacred wisdom of your spirit.
lying to themselves in forgeting their reflection.
im your mirror's reflection.
both reflections would give anything to be something more. they would both give anything to change in their own ways.