mom & dad would be sad

I finally know how it feels
To look through a mirror, while sick to your stomach
The cold air the subway brings
Puts you back in your place
The feeling you get when you get out of bed
And you can't seem to get what your reflection said
It cuts, it cuts, it cuts like a razorblade
The feeling of nothing
It burns in my chest
It bleeds in my face, which can not express
I couldn't hold only a feeling if it was glued to my hand
Everything just turns to numbness, like stones turn into sand
The feeling you get when you get out of bed
and you can't seem to get what your reflection said
It cuts, it cuts, it cuts like a razorblade
Oooooh, Aaaah