What is it you want from me that I don't know
Are we done playing games
If you could see every time I put the blame on me
If you could feel my sense of stability leaving
I didn't want to know, I didn't want to show
All our fallacies
Looked through the glass
And I saw all your letters turn white
And my friends were nowhere in sight
All the places that I could have gone
All the voices that use to feel small
Stop pretending that you care, stop pretending I wasn't there
Not even an ounce of heart
Can't you hear my conscience scream, can't you hear me as I bleed
Guess you talk more about yourself
Is it selfish for wanting something more since I have put in everything
Do I deserve all these voices in my mind telling me what I ignore
But through that glass
I pictured myself through your eyes
All I see is a fool in the rye
Just lost in a world full of growth
Never hated me more
And I saw all your letters turn white
And my friends were nowhere in sight
All the places that I could have gone
All the voices that use to feel small
They used to feel small
They used to feel small
They used to feel small