Z Prochek

They were not there
Just a mirror full of lies
Reflecting your reality
They will not show
So frightened to reveal
What makes me heal
What makes me real
What makes me heal
Looking out
Pull the curtains down
Nothing to see
Wear my stinky gown
Yet another day
Yet another smile
Yet another victim
To scratch from the tile

They were not there
Just a mirror full of lies
Reflecting your reality
They will not show
So frightened to reveal
What makes me heal

They promised to come
Promised to seek you
Up and down
Fooled us all around

They were not there
Just a mirror full of lies
Reflecting your reality
They will not show
So frightened to reveal
What makes me heal

What makes me heal
What makes me real