Art of Losing My Reflection

I think I think, this is growing up

I'm feeling numb, so I bite my tongue

The birds are singing, I'm flying

You're at home getting high

I'm buried trying to stay occupied

In love with you

The monster in my bedroom

You watch me cry

You watch me laugh

You watch the love die

In love with you

The monster in my bedroom

Rejection, I'm perfecting

The art of losing my reflection

I lost my mind I want it back

I hate the person in my hands

The way I cried in summer nights

Longing for your acceptance

The person that I have become

It's never good I'm not enough

This is my part of growing up

Losing my own reflection

Losing my own reflection

Losing my own reflection

Losing my own reflection

Losing my own reflection