I've been looking into the mirror for so long that I've come to believe my soul's on the other side. All the little pieces falling, shattered, pieces of me too sharp to put back together, Too small to atter, big enough to cut me into so many little pieces. Lie to me, tell me that I've been sick forever, and that all of this will make sense when i get better, but I know the difference between myself and my reflection, but I can't help but wonder, which of us do you love?