Submerging in your fake apathy
Searching for acceptance, so pitifully
To you, your pen is just like a gun
Your words, your bullets, they all miss the mark
I won't give you the satisfaction you seek

The pressure to be the man you think you see
The mirror casts back, you're just another me
The pressure to be the man you think you see
The mirror casts back, you're just another me, oh
The mirror casts back, you're just another me