Monday Morning. Fool's Paradise. Vanity. Zeneszám

Feeling low again
insignificant
my thoughts and fears overcome my mind
I find that there's no easy way
to run from everything that's haunting me
I'm looking in the mirror for a smile
nothing is returned no matter how hard I try
could this be the last time I look in the mirror at all

will I say goodbye and throw it all away
or give it all to You

but I don't want to die
these tears that I cry
my pain is a child of my vanity

now it's sinking in
and I can't defend the broken man that I've become
I find there's nothing here that I made for myself and why
let it fall apart
again looking in the mirror for a smile
nothing is returned no matter how hard I try
could this be the last time I look for You at all

but what I can't see is what You see inside me
help me to see what You see inside me