I think it's 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦,
I don't 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦,
I don't think 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.

I don't think 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦,
I don't think 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦,
I don't believe 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨.

𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬, that I hate myself,
𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬, you liked yourself much either.
𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺, we were just sad.

𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘦, self sabotage the game to beat.
𝘐 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥  𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦, not quite over starving myself,
𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦, not quite over not being able to recognize myself,
𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩, just enough hate to make the self sabotage end.
𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, but I still slice too deep into my skin.

𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, and I still do cause maybe there's some piece that loves me.
𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, because I have all the same pieces I did yesterday.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, because the mirror isn't the same as looking at me.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, because looking at you, I think from the beginning the one we should a been looking out for was me,
𝘋𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴.