I've

been

look-

ing

in

the

mir-

ror

for

so

long.

And

that

I've

come

to

be-

lieve

my

souls

on

the

o-

ther

si-

de

(ah-

hh).

All

the

lit-

tle

pie-

ces

fall-

ing,

shat-

ter.

Shards

of

me,

too

sharp

to

put

back

to-

geth-

er.

Too

small

to

mat-

ter,

But

big

e-

nough

to

cut

me

in-

to

so

ma-

ny

lit-

tle

pie-

ces.

If

I

try

to

touch

her,

And

I

bleed,

I

bleed,

And

I

breathe,

I

breathe

no

more.

Take

a

breath

and

I

try

to

draw

from

my

spir-

its

well.

Yet

a-

gain

you

re-

fuse

to

drink

like

a

stub-

born

child.

Lie

to

me,

con-

vince

me

that

I've

been

sick

for-

ev-

er.

And

all

of

this,

will

make

sense

when

I

get

bet-

ter.

But

I

know

the

dif-

ference,

Be-

tween

my-

self

and

my

re-

flec-

tion.

I

just

can't

help

but

to

won-

der,

Which

of

us

do

you

love.

So

I

bleed,

I

bleed,

And

I

breathe,

I

breathe

no...

Bleed,

I

bleed,

And

I

breathe,

I

breathe,

I

breathe

I

breathe

no

more.