Besedila: Janus. Red Right Return. Eyesore.

Hearing your words out of my mouth again
Leaves me stuck with the key to
All
these reasons you got in my head again
Buried here inside of me.

Return all
of this to sender.
The mirror spoke to me and showed
All of this pretending
is catching up to me.

Lights out. Wake up. Stay calm. Decide.
Reach up,
stand or be an eyesore.

Staring out and over these words again.
Makes me
start to believe that
Wearing your lies over these words of mine
Always feels
like my mistake?

Nothing is more important
than what people think about
you.
The worry, the wonder... it?s all worth it