all my heroes are human and my gods are all dead and hope s hard to find so ill hide out in bed and i harbor a hatred for anyone left with a fragment of a smile i sewed on the bottle and that didnt help it only brought clarity back to this hell it made me confront me that maybe i might need a break from myself for a while now i know myself a bit too well and im not sure i like what ive become self loathing is overwhelming every mirror is a loaded gun go the past is the past and whats done is done theres no takin back all the times ive fucked up i misplaced my hatred and traded in love for a feeling so fleeting and countless apologies cause im not much to want to learn from my mistakes i tend to hide behind the habits i should shake if you really knew me im not sure youd like me so ill remain concealed in regret cause now i know myself a bit too well and im not sure i like what ive become self loathing is overwhelming every mirror is a loaded gun can we change or are our ways too set in stone can we change or are our ways too set in stone can we change or are our ways too set in stone can we change or are our ways too set in stone 