How are your lies so seemingly close to the truth   and how was i so seemingly close to meaning something   maybe i’m easily tricked, possibly?   or maybe you just suck, probably   most nights i pray that you'll never look at me again   that you'll find someone else's life and mind to complicate   but as it stands i’m still breaking mirrors with my fist and trying to drown myself   running around trying to leave this trap, this life and you