hello man in the mirror
would you like a drink?
you should take it quick
it'll end up down the sink
he looked right through me
and shattered my dream
he looks like someone i use to know
i just cant recall
the man in the mirror stares
he never talks
hes a great listener
for when my drinks do their job
would you still love me
if you could see
what i can never be?
you could be mine
passion darling
one more time
you use to be
why did it change?
back when we were young
you held my heart between your fingers
what you instilled in me still lingers
frayed and broken from over use
im sick and tired of being abused
at a point in this tragic life
there comes time when all decides
from clouds to gods
all that reigns over the rain
pouring salty healing tears
over a broken heart and pain
its all the same
would you still love me
if you could see
what i can never be?
you could be mine
passion darling
one more time
you use to be
why did it change?
i saw him again
after the pills
i like them best
they kill your will
the man in mirror always agrees
he knows best
and hes in love with me
he doesn't drink and hes full of pain
his expression always looks the same
would you tell me his name
would you still love me
if you could see
what i can never be?
you could be mine
passion darling
one more time
you use to be
why did it change?
you could consider breaking my heart
i thought not as likely
as me breaking my dignity
to keep you from leaving me
for you id surely drown
in all the pills i have swallowed down
more pain medicine than any person could need
to numb myself and feel alive in the death all around
when it came right down
the world crashing into shadows
colors and breaking under pressure
i couldn't see anything with more pleasure
would you still love me
if you could see
what i can never be?
you could be mine
passion darling
one more time
you use to be
why did it change?
erase the being not worthy
the man in the mirror
isn't he familiar?
maybe we knew in another life
the man in the mirror is bruised
i have half a mind to ask him
but he never sees me anyway
i always thought mirrors reflected
that cant possibly be me
for you i am protected
by the walls you cant see
would you still love me
if you could see
what i can never be?
you could be mine
passion darling
one more time
you use to be
why did it change?
in time of war and crisis
people never think of this possibility to be
more than anyone person could
you were that to me
he turned to stare
the eyes of his lovers
breaking worlds apart
when i noticed
the man in the mirror was me
and he couldn't get free
ignorance is bliss
the knowledge almost killed me
but i can still believe he might not be me
would you still love me
if you could see
what i can never be?
you could be mine
passion darling
one more time
you use to be
why did it change?
whatever happened?
i thought you were here
with the thought
that you were not
i watched the pills disappear
they fell down the drain
that's when you made the pain come
it had to be you
that's why you weren't there
the man in the mirror fell down the drain
with all the ways to kill the pain
and the bruises i realized
were mine all along
would you still love me
if you could see
what i can never be?
you could be mine
passion darling
one more time
you use to be
why did it change?
it changed for the better
killing me deeply every time you would talk
your voice beneath my skin
made me fill up with sin
never again because i hold my heart
when i met the man who held me for you
to begin with he was a substitute
now hes all i could ask for
the man in the mirror seems happier now
although like me
he still frowns
then i remember once again
that for some reason that man is me
and he luckily isn't dead
i realize now
it was me always me instead













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--Emo happens--
Life isn't about having to wait out the storm...
it's about learning how to dance in the rain.
but yes. pretty much.
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I wake up every evening
With a big smile on my face
And it never feels out of place.
And you're still probably working
At a 9 to 5 pace
I wonder how bad that tastes
"hope it gives you hell" ~By: all American Rejects
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I wake up every evening
With a big smile on my face
And it never feels out of place.
And you're still probably working
At a 9 to 5 pace
I wonder how bad that tastes
"hope it gives you hell" ~By: all American Rejects
--
--Emo happens--
"We have nothing to fear but fear itself."
Oh contraire, Mr. Roosevelt. You forgot about the clowns.
--
I wake up every evening
With a big smile on my face
And it never feels out of place.
And you're still probably working
At a 9 to 5 pace
I wonder how bad that tastes
"hope it gives you hell" ~By: all American Rejects
--
--Emo happens--
"We have nothing to fear but fear itself."
Oh contraire, Mr. Roosevelt. You forgot about the clowns.
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