Mirrors

Unshackle me from this illness
An affliction that torments my soul
It puts me on edge I'm as anxious as
A mare whose lost her foal

I really wish you could see me in the mirror through my eyes
Cos. If I said I liked myself
That all would be just lies

To me I look like a monster
Less beauty more the beast
If you tell me it's best to head to the west
I'll turn and go due east

For whatever you say makes little sense
In my broken fucked up head
There's a black cloud hanging over me
Every which way I tread

So turn the mirrors towards the wall
I can't face them for a while
One day I hope to turn them round
Take a good look and smile