Cold Reflections

Oh, you can hear me cry. See my dreams all die.

From where you're standing on your own. It's so quiet here.

Yeah. And I feel so... Cold. As I stand

here, looking in this mirror. My vision must be out of

focus 'cause I'm not seeing clear. This man I'm looking at cannot be me standing

here. This man looks tired and over-stressed. He's got bags under his eyes.

He's looking depressed. He's kinda hunched over, with a sunken chest,

like he's got the weight of the world and it's resting on his shoulders.