wake up fall asleep same thing on repeat just a muted echo that s never ending though i am free still won t guarantee this american dream will make me happy when i look in the mirror an open door to the deeper this skin i am buried in tell me my name again just a face in the mirror and it s not getting better then it occurred to me i m as young as i ll ever be is this all these hands will ever hold is it enough to fill my grave i keep begging for the answers but in the glass they will remain i m so sick of trying is this living or dying i can t fake it anymore it s not getting better i m not getting better when i look in the mirror an open door to the deeper this skin i am buried in tell me my name again just a face in the mirror face in the mirror and it s not getting better not getting better then it occurred to me i m as young as i ll ever be ever be  whoa i m as young as i ll ever be i can t help but thinking at some point it doesn t matter and god can sweep the rug out from under you whenever he wants