Mirror کے بول

I'm sick of staring in the mirror, trying to figure out What I should fix next I wasn’t always like this Obsessed with appearances I guess Is this just growing up? A constant state of over analysis And if that’s what this is, I don’t think I'm into it Fuck I'm getting stuck again Can’t get out of my own head I want to run and hide I hate looking at myself I can’t see anything I like In what’s staring back I'm sick of cursing at clouds As they follow me home I just want some space But they won’t leave me alone And it’s not fair this feeling that they won’t leave me be Feels like anytime I leave my house I struggle to be me Fuck I'm getting stuck again Can’t get out of my own head I want to run and hide I hate looking at myself I can’t see anything I like In what’s staring back At me