As I slowly step toward
The brutally honest mirror...

My heads in the game
I know what to say...

You stay that you're happy
And like having me around...

I'm losing the distinction
Between honesty and lies...

Fighting for air
Inside of my lungs...

Who knew such a small piece of paper could hold...
My suitcase sits agape upon the very bed where we...

I'm giving into something that,
I swore I'd never do...

The drywall looks like light peeking in through...
Like just on the other side, a brighter, more...