First thing in the morning, I go see my reflection
Now I have changed, I can't see direction
My face is overgrown, bags are under my eyes
I know I somehow caused it, everytime she cries
I remember the other night, as I feel my arm
And so I wear long sleeves, to cover up the harm
Where do I go now, I can't think or feel
I just feel so empty, how can this be real?

Although I'm still living, I have nothing inside
I have lost my honor, I have lost my pride
Looking in the mirror, a tear runs down my face
Now that we're apart, I am out of place
So I fear the holidays, especially this year
I open up my bottle, then shed my final tear

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