Reflection

I could call myself up I could bring myself down Down inside your heart Where characters are I could be where I want to be You could be where you are Inside this hell I hear a bell So I bring up the past It burns like a stone There's no point cryin' when you're all alone There's nowhere to go to No friends to rely on But nobody wants you, you're too old I could be free inside a page I could express myself All the rage I could be with you now, I could be there To witness the toxic To witness the stares So I bring up the past It burns like a stone There's no point cryin' when you're all alone You could be a good writer You could be a good soul But nobody wants you, you're too old Apologies come to those who wait But I don't owe anything to you You chose your cards and you're playing them now So I bring up the past It burns like a stone There's no point cryin' when you're all alone You could be a good writer You could be a good soul But nobody wants you, you're too old Apologies come to those who wait But I don't owe anything to you You chose your cards and you're playing them now