(At the Mirror)

What's the point hm Why tell people what's wrong They can't do anything for you No matter how much they say They understand They don't You know at the end of the day It's up to you to figure it out Telling people just makes it more complicated People are selfish They only really care about What's going on in their lives You know (I mean that's not true but) 'Cause if it doesn't concern them Then they'll forget about it They'll forget about You People forget about me It's not their fault fault I just I'm stuck here feeling like shit With no one to blame It just feels like I can't talk to anybody About anything (You know that's not true) Isn't it though If I really Actually shared with people What's going on in my head They'd get sick of me They'd leave That's why I can only talk about it Through art (Yeah but people can't love you If they don't know the real you) Always such an optimist Yeah well then Where are the people I can trust hm (I could name more than a few) Well how many people have I trusted That have let me down Too many