Mirror, Mirror
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Misery loves company at least that's what i fucking told
People keep on judging me hoping I give up and fold
(Damn)
But this ain't Texas Holdem; I'm no fucking poker player I'm a painter
When I spit my true colors show
Look I'm just a prick, painting vivid from the pain I had to undergo
Just to find the confidence that got me here
Spend long nights, arguing with the man inside the mirror
Trying to see underneath these tattoos and battle wounds
Someone tell me who I really am
You can save your speech about
Sky is the limit cause
You ain't even tried to touch a ceiling fan(WHOO)
You bitch about your life and the shit you can't do
About your long nights with your chicken ramen noodles and your Campbell's can soup
All the difficult time that you had to stand through
So your blaming everyone including god about the cards that you were dealt
But you have never learned to shuffle
You just want your story heard but all you do is judge a book on by its cover
That's your problem Ian
You want everyone to see what's underneath; develop X-ray vision
But your focused on physiques, and these sex crazed women
You don't see a woman's heart, you just see some tits and cleavage
You don't see a wholesome broad but a place your dick can be in
And I think it's so ironic, only woman worth your time need a hour glass figure
Fuck your stupid Ian
Mirror, mirror hanging on the wall
Tell me what I should do what I'm doing wrong
Tell me what I should see underneath these tattoos, underneath the scars
I've been writing nothing but the same song
About regrets I faced and how it takes too long
Learning to forgive and really try to give it all
So I only thing I only trust myself and only listen to the mirror on the wall, yeah
My entire life I have been misconceived
Never shown respect or even labeled as a human being
I was more your punching bag
A place you would relieve your stress, even if it's Ian's death
No one ever cared me for
Instead my back became some kind of pin cushion; place where you could put your knives
Butcher sized until you finally squished my spine, took my pride, and left me broke and shook inside
Then you got got the nerve to always wonder why I'm angry don't you look surprised
You want me to transform in this trouble making outlaw
In and out of jail like deceptive cons and I ain't talking megatron
So let me set the record straight
Man inside the mirror is the only man I'm dependent on this present day
You just want me dead and gone self medicate
Heath ledger's way and decimate inside my grave
Until my family can't remember who hell the man I was
And Caden barley knows the way to spell my name
Fuck
Mirror, mirror hanging on the wall
Tell me what I should do what I'm doing wrong
Tell me what I should see underneath these tattoos, underneath the scars
I've been writing nothing but the same song
About regrets I faced and how it takes too long
Learning to forgive and really try to give it all
So I only thing I only trust myself and only listen to the mirror on the wall, yeah
Mirror, mirror hanging on the wall
Tell me what I should do what I'm doing wrong
Tell me what I should see underneath these tattoos, underneath the scars
I've been writing nothing but the same song
About regrets I faced and how it takes too long
Learning to forgive and really try to give it all
So I only thing I only trust myself and only listen too