It's been a long time that I've been thinking about it and I don't know anything about myself
Because people ask me and I don't even know what to say
I don't want to lie to anybody, but I didn't expect to be here
And I open up in the notebook that I can't even write in
It might hurt and I'll regret it, but I no longer know how to feel
That I'm not afraid of anything, but I didn't expect to be here
Night after night, I start thinking
If this has started, it has to end
I look at the mirror and I don't know what to look at
I may have become who I used to hate
I'm growing though not learning to love myself a little more
With my head spinning though I don't know how to stop myself
I have no perception of time, but at least I'm still here
Night after night, I start thinking
If this has started, it has to end
I look at the mirror and I don't know what to look at
I may have become who I used to hate
I look at the mirror and I don't know what to look at
I may have become who I used to hate
Night after night, I start thinking
If this has started, it has to end
I look at the mirror and I don't know what to look at
I may have become who I used to hate