I cannot always be what you want me to
But I could try to be myself a few times
What were you thinking when you told me
That you were no longer a friend of mine?
Maybe we could make some kind of deal
So that I won't get myself in so much trouble
We could exercise ourselves and our minds
But what for? We always end up in some kind of fight...
I'm frozen just with the idea of being me
And you came around trying to get over everything
Don't you ever think that absurd again
'Cause I'm not in the mood for your funny games
Don't look at me with this happy face
Or I will brake this mirror and won't ever see you again...