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Those who live in reflections
They play a losing game
So when there is no distractions
You’d drown yourself in shame
It fails to impress
Cursed with overexposure
From who you strive to be
Is the time really worth it
To think so differently
Do you recognise it
Your hearts not made of gold
Make it perfect in a picture
Until the high starts getting old
Don’t hide what you’re made of
Losing grip of bad habits
Just a starting point they tell you
But if you preached it went deeper
What would they think of you
Suffocate in your skin
Break the aching cycle
Written in the skies
Those who live in reflections
They play a losing game
So when they’ve got you surrounded
It disregards your name
A race for the best
Cursed with overexposure
Who do you strive to be
You’re thinking was it worth it
Still trembling on your knees
Do you recognise it
Your hearts not made of gold
Can you feel yourself falling
Deeper down the hole
Embrace overexposure
