Looked the enemy in the eye
White smoke rises into the sky
Took a chance don’t know why
I guess I’m just that kinda guy
Looked the enemy in the eye
What I saw was deep inside
Like a mirror hanging from the sky
I guess I’m just that kinda guy
I’m the enemy
It’s all in my mind
My thoughts are jumbled
Can we rewind
Back to when I was young
No cares or thoughts about the day
Just live it well live it good
No tears worn like heavy weights
No belts or guns around your waist
And time sits still on the harbour wall
The mirror reflects it can’t hear you fall
So catch me and lift me up
Talk to me if you must
If I’m a creep I am just
I’m someone who eats their crusts
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