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I don't want to go like this
At least let me clean my room
I don’t want to leave it like this
'Cause the last thing I want to do is
Make my people make decisions, wondering what to do
Should they keep it on display, or redecorate?

Taking inventory of my his life
Seeing snapshots chronologically in line
Something told him he should look around and tidy up
He collected many things but never quite enough
Tried looking at it from a new perspective
Flat on his back but he still heard thе directive
Orders from that cornеr where (that) shadow always lived
Then he stared at the bottle Never asked permission he just hopes that they forgive

Blankets over mirrors, she tends to like it
She's not afraid of her reflection
But of what she might see behind it
She had plans to change her name, yeah
Just not the traditional ? way, yeah
Haunted by a couple big mistakes
Where she changed her clothes was her only escape
And she felt that she could never truly be forgiven
So she pawned off all the evidence that she ever existed
Then one night she got cold with no blankets on her bed
So she ripped them off the mirror, took a breath then she said stepped back and (then) she said