Mirrors
No playing nice
As you were
I can't survive on duvet days and self care
Your frequency
It's warfare
Devastated that we followed it to nowhere
Opened
Three quarters
Maybe the chemicals muddied the waters
Still somebody's daughter
I'm the rose, I'm the rose, I'm the rose
And I don't wanna heal, I'm sick of healing this
I'm an enclosed animal born into service of the capitalist pigs
No I don't wanna feel, sick of feeling this
Oblivion is looking like a really good gig
These mirrors of you, they're mirrors of me
Just want me to do, don't want me to be
Shadow me
Opening doors
I can't survive on therapeutic metaphors
Self critic
Picking flaws
Disassociating on the dance floor
Are these delusions
I created
Maybe this mortal life is overrated
Burnt out
My appointed angels
So it goes so it goes so it goes
And I don't wanna heal sick of healing this
I'm an enclosed animal born into service of the capitalist pigs
No I don't wanna feel sick of feeling this
Oblivion is looking like a really good gig
These mirrors of you, they're mirrors of me
Just want me to do, don't want me to be
These mirrors of you, they're mirrors of me
Just want me to do, don't want me to be
Give me some respect
Don't treat me like a stranger you know the taste of my tears
Give me some respect
I'll settle for the closure yeh it's been a hard year
These mirrors of you, they're mirrors of me
I cannot see through, it's too fucking deep
There's puddles of blood, from the heart on my sleeve
These mirrors of you, they're mirrors of me
As you were
I can't survive on duvet days and self care
Your frequency
It's warfare
Devastated that we followed it to nowhere
Opened
Three quarters
Maybe the chemicals muddied the waters
Still somebody's daughter
I'm the rose, I'm the rose, I'm the rose
And I don't wanna heal, I'm sick of healing this
I'm an enclosed animal born into service of the capitalist pigs
No I don't wanna feel, sick of feeling this
Oblivion is looking like a really good gig
These mirrors of you, they're mirrors of me
Just want me to do, don't want me to be
Shadow me
Opening doors
I can't survive on therapeutic metaphors
Self critic
Picking flaws
Disassociating on the dance floor
Are these delusions
I created
Maybe this mortal life is overrated
Burnt out
My appointed angels
So it goes so it goes so it goes
And I don't wanna heal sick of healing this
I'm an enclosed animal born into service of the capitalist pigs
No I don't wanna feel sick of feeling this
Oblivion is looking like a really good gig
These mirrors of you, they're mirrors of me
Just want me to do, don't want me to be
These mirrors of you, they're mirrors of me
Just want me to do, don't want me to be
Give me some respect
Don't treat me like a stranger you know the taste of my tears
Give me some respect
I'll settle for the closure yeh it's been a hard year
These mirrors of you, they're mirrors of me
I cannot see through, it's too fucking deep
There's puddles of blood, from the heart on my sleeve
These mirrors of you, they're mirrors of me
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