Damn the Mirror

Tobacco smokes and tattoos, scars on my hands
They seem to add up every year
Another bar, another drink, some time to sit and think
But nothing gets solved when I'm here

Give me whiskey for the sorrow, coffee for tomorrow
So the heartache doesn't do me in
Could you lend a helping hand friend?
I'm trying to understand
How anyone could ever be the way I am

Damn it all, damn these walls
Walking out on her got me here
Damn these jobs, damn these wrongs
That I have to make right year after year
Most of all, damn you in the mirror

I dug my own grave; I've always been this way
But no sir, that ain't no excuse
Another damn vice, another damn lie
And I feel like I'm born to lose

Damn it all, damn these walls
Walking out on her got me here
Damn these jobs, damn these wrongs
That I have to make right year after year
Most of all, damn you in the mirror

Damn it all, damn these walls
Walking out on her got me here
Damn these jobs, damn these wrongs
That I have to make right year after year
Most of all, damn you in the mirror
Most of all, damn you in the mirror



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Writer(s): Tanner Burch
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