Here the perfect nothing Blind and dark around to kill me The blame on me when I want an answer Inside my mind and great illusions If I overvalue what
, and great surprises And nothing is black and white, with so many colors in this light Take a brush and paint whati??s in your dreams, a perfect picture
the day Is when she dance in the mirror Dance in the mirror There's nothing more I can say Just watch her dance in the mirror.. dance Ooooh she's so
I stare at my reflection in the mirror Why am I doing this to myself? Losing my mind on a tiny error I nearly left the real me on the shelf No, no, no
know, and great surprises And nothing is black and white, with so many colors in this light Take a brush and paint what's in your dreams, a perfect picture
me to even when you tell me that you could'nt care less I'm always fixing my hair (I'm always fixing, fixing my hair) Verse 2 Hours in the mirror for nothing
Light that reflects in the mirror Showing the essence of who I am Made from pure perfection I'm connected to the one, therefore I am One to rise above
that's better than my dear but thats a waste of my time cuz what's better than perfect love nothing, thats what my point is you can stand in front of a mirror (mirror
Lately I've been wishing I had one desire Something that would make me never want another Something that would make it so that nothing matters All would
, alright) If they say that I'm lost, then I don't want to be found. I'm on mirrors edge. I'm on mirrors edge. I'm on mirrors edge. I'm on mirrors edge
there Ms. Brown I need you 'round I'm feelin' down I'm tryin' to say I'm not perfect, you see we all make mistakes I'm far from perfect, my heart aches
Verse 1: Pressure I've been earning my stripes, till I'm perfect when I'm working the mic, And I've been serving the type of words that murder insights
is in the air he is everywhere he is running in place in space and he is smiling he is a dream that came to me nothing can erase or replace that face
She wore black on black It was perfect for the night She looked like an angel By the candlelight He had his lines all down Like a work of art He made
they mean nothing at all Breathing Scratching From the inside Untouchable Unreachable Uncertainty The night is no disguise The darkness is a mirror
comb their hair in the mirror and grow addicted to the pain. And it makes no sense and it makes perfect sense; and it makes no sense and it makes perfect
our observer-created universe. Thought is the sickness of the human mind and knowledge is the reward of action. Let our every act be towards personal and collective liberation! Accept nothing, assume nothing
