Wrong With Me
The mirror is broken and cracked,
How the hell can I get back?
Every wrong step I took,
Made you turn and look.
I know that there's something...
Really wrong with me!
Now I'm putting myself back together,
I am retying this tether,
That keeps me with you,
Don't care what I have to do.
Now my plan is drawn,
A new day has dawned,
I'm back in the same place,
I'm such a disgrace!
I know that there's something...
Really wrong with me!
Can't forget no matter what I do,
The pain that I caused you,
Every single scar,
That I know I carved.
Now that night is sinking in,
How can I begin again?
I've ignored the pain,
And now I'm drenched with rain.
I know that there something...
Really wrong with me!
How can I be the only one that sees?
Can you set me free?
What happens when life and death seem the same?
Maybe I'm the one to blame.
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