Empty Mirror – Letras de The Mere

I'm the architect
of my disconnect
I'm the fingers in your hair

I'm that final round
as the night shuts down
I'll only turn you in your sleep

As she turns back to me

I'm the dream that ends
with the morning spent
wondering "what's wrong with me?"

The handsome mayor
falls from favor
with the paper
no one reads

We're mediocrity
We're mediocrity
We're mediocrity

We're turning into me
We're turning into me
How could it come to be?

I'll tell all