Paroles: Texas In July. I Am. Reflections.

Why?
You change yourself
Into something different for no one
Else's but the whole world's expectations
You dug yourself
Real deep this time
So lose the shovel
You dug yourself
Real deep this time
So listen here
Lean on this crutch
Or be trampled
This filthy world
Is what we are left with
Try turning this around
I just look back
At the filthy world
And I bow down
Cry out
Love is reflection
Painted deep
Drowning in your own
Self-reflections
Drowning in your own
Disconnected reflections
We're all torn from this
Disconnected reflections