Submerging in your false apathy While searching for acceptance, so pitifully To you, your pen is just like a gun But, whether they're your words or Your bullets, they all miss the mark I won't Give you The satisfaction that you seek Only the pressure to be the man you think you see Knowing the mirror casts back that you're just another me Only the pressure to be the man you think you see Knowing the mirror casts back that you're just another me Knowing the mirror casts back That you're just another me