Текст песни Hidden History — Mirror

It becomes just a game when you love
No one but yourself
I can already tell you’re not getting your way
By that cold-hearted condescending look upon your face

Go ahead and talk up a storm,
Try to impress me
Well I’d rather keep my silence,
Sit back and let you hang

Don’t you know you make a better mirror,
Reflecting in me everything I don’t wanna be?
If I told you would you hear me...

It becomes just a game when you love
No one but yourself
I can already tell you’re not getting your way
By that cold-hearted condescending look upon your face

Whenever we stand toe-to-toe,
Face-to-face, I realize your morals are riddled with bullet holes
Plug the wounds with ignorance and shift the blame to my mistakes

Everytime I see it through your eyes I can see where you’re coming from
But that doesn’t mean I agree with all you say
Just when I think I can see you’re coming back around
Your selfishness reveals...

It becomes just a game when you love
No one but yourself
You’re not getting your way
By that cold-hearted condescending look upon your face

Who is the one in the mirror, I ask "Is it you?"
You provide a way for me to see who I don’t wanna be

It becomes just a game when you love
No one but yourself
I can already tell you’re not getting your way
By that cold-hearted condescending look upon your face