All my life I wish I broke mirrors instead of promises
Cause all I see is a shattered conscience staring right back at me.
Depression please cut to the chase and cut a long story short
Oh please be done, how much longer can this drama afford to run
Fate looks sharp, severs all my ties and breaks whatever doesn't bend
But sadly then, all my heavy hopes just pull me back down again.
I forget the last time I felt brave, I just recall insecurity.
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