No Reflection

Crushing Cheating Changing Am I deaf or dead? Is this constricting construction, or just streets with rusty signs, of something violent coming? This will hurt you worse than me. I’m weak, 7 days i’m weak. Don’t run from me. I won’t bother counting 1, 2, 3… I don’t know which me that I love I’ve got no reflection I don’t know which me that I love I’ve got no reflection I can show myself how to make a noose. A gun’s cliche, and a razor too. I’m not a death-trip vacation vacant station, made of scars and filled with my old wounds. This will hurt you worse than me. I’m weak, 7 days i’m weak. Don’t run from me. I won’t bother counting 1, 2, 3… I don’t know which me that I love I’ve got no reflection I don’t know which me that I love I’ve got no reflection You… you don’t even want to know what I’m gonna do to you you don’t even want to know what I’m gonna do to you I don’t know which me that I love I’ve got no reflection I don’t know which me that I love I’ve got no reflection no reflection no reflection I’ve got no reflection