Broken mirror in my pocket
Makes me look just how I feel
That's really real
To you
Who cares about what I did or didn't do
Got a worldview on my forehead
Written on my shirt and coffee mug
That's fine
Who cares about what I think in my own time
It's coming, it's coming, it's coming back to me
It's coming, it's coming, it's coming back to me
Misanthropy is so hard
Sometimes I even start to blame myself
It's hell
I'd write it down, but I can't really spell