I feel like people have taken everything I value, everything I love, everything I have come to think well of in this world...put it in a box, and shit on it.
I don't even care anymore. Call me what you want. I'm tired of it, I'm tired of caring, hell, if you're going to say something, I'm probably fucking tired of you. So go on, make my day.
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Reflections-
looking back at you
driving you insane
the mirror man
moves just like you
looks just like you
it's all backwards
like your mind
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I hope you aren't talking about me
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