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Mystique is dead
Last year was bad
I let myself get
Sucked in by arithmetic
Felt great to strip
New waist to hip
I hate to admit
Just how much I paid for it
Did I cry myself to sleep about that?
Cheat about that?
Rot teeth about that?
Did I sweat hours a week about that?
Compete about that?
Lose my freak about that?
Huh, all of the above
I wanna punch the mirror
To make her see that this won't last
It might be months of bad luck
But what if it's just broken glass?
I spent my summer getting lost in math
Making weight took all I had
Won't outrun her if you don't hit back
It's just broken glass
I'm scared to quit
Loosen my grip
It's tough to admit
Just how much I get from it
When I cry myself to sleep about that
Cheat about that
Get in too deep about thatW
When I sweat hours a week about that
Compete about that
Lettin' her treat me like that
I think that it's love
I wanna punch the mirror
To make her see that this won't last
It might be months of bad luck
But what if it's just broken glass?
I spent my summer getting lost in math
Making weight took all I had
Won't outrun her if you don't hit back
It's just broken glass
(Keep the faith)
Broken glass
(Same mistakes)
Broken glass
(Just a phase)
Broken glass
(Just a phase)
I wanna punch the mirror
To make her see that this won't last
It might be months of bad luck
But what if it's just broken glass?
I spent my summer getting lost in math
Making weight takes all you had
Won't outrun her if you don't hit back
It's just broken glass
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