In a waiting room
There are so many things that I dont need
When I am there
Mosquitos
It was written on the box
that I found lying against my doors
I see
Our reflection in a mirror
As we slowly pass
I think to myself
I dont wanna be
like these two
Then realize
It was mirror, mirror, nothing but a mirror
So that were we
And I dont wanna be...
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