There's a demon in the mirror
And this demon tortures me.
It stares me down and points out every flaw.
It's breaking all the glass
And it's gnawing at my soul.
It lives to crush my spirit
And gains strength as my blood runs cold.
Nobody else can really tell
But it's true, this demon is killing me.
I've got the scars to prove it,
But they're just too deep to see.
And as my stomach caves in
And my lungs fill up with ash,
This thing this thing it only laughs.
Destructive thoughts constantly cloud my head,
And they'll be there until I'm dead.
There's a demon in the mirror
And this demon is me.