Mirrors

I know it's not my fault, I'd better go, it's got nothing to do with me

I don't got a sense of hope, that if I go, they'll ever miss me

They love these fleeting things, unlike a rock my heart is racing

I know it's nothing personal, but even so, I don't feel any better

I know I'll never heal, pick the scab, cause I got nothing else without it

Pain is never real, I complain, so I got something else to show you

Find a better path, another day, another cycle

I cannot relax, illuminate the end spiral

Why not just give it back, cause I suppose it doesn't matter

No one could love a stone, because a rock is so much sadder