Broken Views

Broken glass falling to the floor
Everything I'm not today lies inside my palm
I thought I could please myself
The face inside the mirror
But it's just another killing day
Just another fight

I wish I could paint a picture
One that's inside my mind
Everything I should've been
Everything I'm not.
But it's just another killing day
Just another fight

I know my eyes are closed up tight
And my heart is screaming out in pain
If I could find the way to run
Get away from this gory mirror
But it's just another killing day
Just another fight

I'm falling down onto my knees
I'm breaking all the glass
I'm pushing back the mirror Lord
Because I need your saving hand
Cause it's just another killing day
Just another fight

And the broken glass is falling to the floor...