It always ends like this,
Where I'm kinda forced
to reflect on myself.
Left to sit in front of the mirror,
Observe my own figure,
What do I lack?
Yeah, see it thorough,
a room for a development.
Let's see.
What's happened up until now.
He was just like every other day.
Pissed off somehow.
Is it my fault? Is it my fault?
Ah, we'll never know.
He's an odd one,
a lunatic to put politely,
but never is illogical.
Is it my fault?
Is it my fault by any chance?
Death to all,
all the persons involved,
that never comes.
Yeah, death to all,
the only way to resolve,
one can only hope.
But no one can understand.
What's going on in the other's head.
Guilt, it kicks in too late
to get validated.
It always ends like this,
Where I'm kinda forced
to reflect on myself.
Left to sit in front of the mirror,
Observe my own figure,
What do I lack?
Yeah, see it thorough.
And that's how it all starts.
Suspicion that I might really
be the cause of everything.
Possibility of everyone fooling me.
Realization that I can never know.
At least give me a clue, or I'll get
struck by this train of thoughts.
Everytime we have an argument,
I'm the wrong.
The inevitable comes down,
that's my fault.
Everyone's fucking out to get me.
Maybe, are they actually
onto something?
Death to all,
all the persons involved,
that never comes.
Yeah, death to all,
the only way to resolve,
one can only hope.
It always ends like this,
Where I'm kinda forced
to reflect on myself.
Left to sit in front of the mirror,
Observe my own figure,
What do I lack?
Yeah, see it thorough.
And that's how it all starts.
Suspicion that I might really
be the cause of everything.
Possibility of everyone fooling me.
Realization that I can never know.
Everyone is gazing me,
expecting something.
Expecting something
that I'll never figure out what it is.
Maybe they're onto something.
When the guilt kicks in, it's too late.
This is how I get anxious.