INTERLUDE B
The mirror's full of contradictions
ugly truths and beautiful fiction
i could tear myself apart to escape my reflection
i could tell you pretty lies in a try for defection
my hands are bloody but they're too damn perfect
i could break every finger, would it be worth it?
Or maybe the glass is the one to blame
reminds me who should really be ashamed
and you're too bright, you make me fade to grey
i'll go blind if i don't look away
and my heart comes out my ribcage, turns me inside out
and i hope you won't hate me when the truth comes out
hello my devil, what's your name?
Let's sit down, let's play a game
love you, hate you, i guess it's the same
either way, you're nothing but pain
if you didn't look the way you do
the way i was supposed to be
i think i'd find it easier
to hate you instead of me.