People think I’m mean, but they don’t know, I used to be keen, to be kind and hope, and I’m sorry if I yelled, I didn’t mean it but I can’t be helped I’m sorry(yeaa) I see myself as, selfish and mean, but I used to be loved and seen, I try to say I love you, but what comes out is I hate you too Broken, in a way I can’t describe, told them, I wouldn’t ever cry, they say I am annoying and bratty, I swallow and say thanks for that babe I’m sorry (ohh) I see myself as, selfish and mean, but I used to be loved and seen, I try to say I love you, but what comes out is I hate you too (Quieter) I didn’t mean to hurt you, but there are some things I can’t control, I’m sorry if you feel this way, but there are some things I want to say, in the mirror
