When the rain is pouring down
And  heart is hurting
Nobody could cares
Would you face your self on the vintage mirror?
White lights are too bright,

I just wanna see a trace or an outline.

Say your name into a mirror three times,

Said it three times,

You make my world spin, placebo feelings.

And in the morning i’ll wait to see you again.

Your dead eyes before mine.

The way they’re missing their whites, yeah

They’re just right.

I know you’re dead inside and that’s what I like,

Yeah I like.

But when you float above my body,

Standing up right above me,

I know you’re dead inside, but you make me feel alive...

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