In the mirror here I stand, I look at her and regret the glance 

I love myself, but I hate her, especially when she stages her temporary takeovers

﻿She’s having the time of her life.The more she laughs, the more I cry. When there’s no pleasure left to be had she packs it in, and calls a cab.

As I stand here looking in the mirror I beg myself to be rid of her. 

As I prepare to leave her behind I question whether I wouldn’t want to see her just one last time 

In the mirror here I stand. I look at her not regretting the glance. After all I’m the one that continues to let her in.

Split

The more she laughs, the more I cry.

In the mirror here I stand, I look at her and regret the glance

I love myself, but I hate her, especially when she stages her temporary takeovers



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