Are you afraid, afraid of the truth? There's a mirror staring back at you.

The image is cracked but so is

the view, yeah. The strength of a tree begin in the roots

that are tender barried into you at least now

the storm cant blow me away.

So crawl inside my head with me.

I'll show you how it feels to be, to bleed like me.

Should I be afraid of this face that

I see this mirror staring back at me so gone are the days where I

listen to you. And you say that I'm weak show me the proof

because I still exist in spite of you but I

want to be with you everyday.

Schizophrenic conversations that I'm always having with myself

I hear these voices in my head are

bleeding maybe I could use a little help

I still have schizophrenic conversations where there's no one

else around to hear.

I long for solitude and peace within to bottle all the anger that I feel.