You say I'm immature
I treat life with nothing to lose
You can't stand the foolish games
I'm just being a mirror, what's your excuse?
My attitude is horrendous
I make you want to hang me with a noose
I have no respect for society as a whole
I'm just being a mirror, what's your excuse?
Sometimes my intensity scares you
Your in fear of abuse
There in your nightmares, I appear
I'm just being a mirror, what's your excuse?
My presence seems to annoy you,
You look like you tasted sour juice
My aura never agrees with you
I'm just a mirror, what's your excuse?
So when you wish to hate me
When you wish to judge my ways
Ask yourself why I do it
And I will simply tell you
I'm just being a mirror, what's your excuse?
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