The Mirror

Mmmm I met you yesterday,

Some reason you were acting strange like mmmm,

Yeah the irony was brewing and you poured it in my cup.

You said “now lately…”, I thought ‘well never again,

Will you be the one I turn to when I’m battling the world, and I turn around looking for a friend’.

Cause, walking in the door, you had your best foot forward,

Ready with the line saying “just be more” and you,

You thought that’s what you oughta do so,

Mmmmm, don’t call me friend,

Till you can speak the truth no,

Mmmmm, this is the end,

The mirrors staring back at you.

I never thought I’d see the day,

that you and I would be estranged but mmmmm,

Your narcissism broke my optimism,

I stopped saying hey,

when you started acting out that way so mmmm,

Don’t bother saying things are gonna change,

Oh you walked in the door with your best foot forward,

See me turn around and just be more than you,

You ever thought that I could do so,

Mmmmm, don’t call me friend,

Till you can speak the truth no,

Mmmmm, this is the end,

The mirrors staring back at you.

You keep coming at me saying how I can be more,

Like 1, 2, 3, 4, so what you even here for?

You number out the ways I ain’t a-good enough to stay,

But if I’m really that bad then go, stop ruining my day,

This is shit, a mate doesn’t do this,

Like legit, I’m not your problem to fix,

So tell me can you wear the word friend and does it fit, and if it can’t and if it doesn’t then what the bloody hell is this anyway? Like seriously…

Mmmmm, don’t call me friend,

Till you can speak the truth no,

Mmmmm, this is the end,

The mirrors staring back at you.