When I Look in the MirrorMirrorsWhen I look in the mirror, I see…A man covered head to toe in caked over bloodThe knife in his hand is also covered in the viscous fluidWith pupils the size of the head of a pinBags under the eyesAnd a smile that is so big that his cheeks almost reach his earlobesIt may surprise you, but the man in the mirror…is me.But I’m not crazy!She deserved it, and she knows she didShe shouldn’t have made me madI did the right thing!I know it!You can’t tell me that I’m crazy!Because I’m not fucking crazy!
