(pre-versre)
I'm sitting in dark room playing with myself
Old familiar game "Who's fucked up again"
The choices that i've made, decisions and regrets
Old familiar game "Who will fucked up next"
(verse)
All my own mistakes it's part of me
I truly want never got existed
All i've ever made it's smoke and mirrors
Clear illusion of a true resistance
All I'm ever wanted to be a perfect match
Instead of being a perfect stranger
But now I have deserved to locked myself
Inside of this filthy, dusty chamber
(pre-chorus)
Even if I'll left reflection on your morning mirror
Would you ever look again at me
May this winter bring us something warm instead this fever
Mirrors brings the miracles you'll see
11. Mirrоrs n. f
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