Mirror

This place is a mess, what do you need?
Like someone to hold your hair back while you scream
Who's gonna be your mirror when I leave
You say you're sick of it all But what does that mean?
Maybe if you needed more you wouldn't need me.

I'm in distress, and I just can't believe
You're my lover and my nightmare simultaneously
Who's gonna be your mirror when I leave
You say you're sick of it all
But what does that mean?
Maybe if you wanted more I could be free

Obscene, Buxom, and Wealthy
You're a wreck disguised as flame
I'm not dying but you'll lead me to death
All the same

Maternal, Charming, and Sexy
You're a freight train dressed up like a dame
I'm not dying but you'll lead me to death
All the same



Credits
Writer(s): Too Deep
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