Face to Face
I look at the mirror, I don't see my reflection
I breathe on the mirror, I don't see my breath
I sold my soul to the devil, now my life gone cold
I wish God forgive me
Open up the gates to heaven, let me in
I'm lookin' at the mirror, I don't see my face
All I see are past mistakes that I wish I could erase
All the people I let down with their eyes dead set
I remember everything, I just wish I could forget
People be tellin' me I'll do this shit again
Like I'm tryin' to escape the cycle, where do I win
I don't know how to survive but somehow I'm alive
Cursed with eternal bad luck until the day I die
I know all my problems and yet none of them are fixed
I can sense the direction yet I'm lost like a fish
I'm too violent, solve problems with one or two fists
I got no purpose so why do I even exist
I may put too much in it, but that's just me
This comes straight from the soul so you gotta believe
I'm just facin' myself so I can understand
Get past this torment so I can be a man
That's the plan
Tired of winnin'
Tired of sinnin'
Tired of delusion
Tired of illusions
Tired of fame
Tired of the game
Tired of clout
That's not what I'm all about
And I'm out
I breathe on the mirror, I don't see my breath
I sold my soul to the devil, now my life gone cold
I wish God forgive me
Open up the gates to heaven, let me in
I'm lookin' at the mirror, I don't see my face
All I see are past mistakes that I wish I could erase
All the people I let down with their eyes dead set
I remember everything, I just wish I could forget
People be tellin' me I'll do this shit again
Like I'm tryin' to escape the cycle, where do I win
I don't know how to survive but somehow I'm alive
Cursed with eternal bad luck until the day I die
I know all my problems and yet none of them are fixed
I can sense the direction yet I'm lost like a fish
I'm too violent, solve problems with one or two fists
I got no purpose so why do I even exist
I may put too much in it, but that's just me
This comes straight from the soul so you gotta believe
I'm just facin' myself so I can understand
Get past this torment so I can be a man
That's the plan
Tired of winnin'
Tired of sinnin'
Tired of delusion
Tired of illusions
Tired of fame
Tired of the game
Tired of clout
That's not what I'm all about
And I'm out
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