Spiegelbild

Since you've been gone, I've hardly laughed
Had this huge dream
And didn't wake up in time
Why did I think it was useless to fight
Probably too many things that blind me
You see, shit's going down here, I'm adaptable
Could cry but smile into the camera
Yeah.. And Sunday mornings are the worst
When I realize that the worries from the booze don't disappear
In some city, some hotel, I talk myself into it again
I'm realizing myself
Yeah.. After every message from you, heartache
Do you really think the bitches and the parties are worth more to me?
Man, eventually all this will be over
And eventually I won't be Mr. Nice Guy anymore
And eventually God will lead me back to you
Eventually, if I don't lose hope

I swear sometimes I don't recognize you
When I look in the mirror
I hate you mirror image
But the guy in front of the mirror is me
I hate my mirror image
Sometimes I don't recognize myself
He doesn't make me happy, you don't make me happy
But the guy in front of the mirror is me

Yeah.. My mirror image is mocking me
My window to the world is made of frosted glass
I'm not used to the looks, my conscience has fled
Because it's had enough of shitty discussions
About right or wrong and feelings that could arise in me
I suppress with force and with cigarettes or booze
Followed by deep self-pity because blaming myself for my misbehavior comes so easily
Mirror image, I hate you, you and everything you are
You promise to change but you can't do it
Blind pursuit of money as if it were blind man's buff
Because it makes me happy as long as the stores are open
But eventually all this will be over
And eventually I won't be Mr. Nice Guy anymore
And eventually God will lead me back to her
Eventually, if I don't lose hope

I swear sometimes I don't recognize you
When I look in the mirror
I hate you mirror image
But the guy in front of the mirror is me
I hate my mirror image
Sometimes I don't recognize myself
He doesn't make me happy, you don't make me happy
But the guy in front of the mirror is me