loss of self, part 1

When I wake up in the morning I'll feel better At least that's what I like to tell myself Didn't know these words meant much more than just letters You took down every single picture on your shelf And I still can't wipe these tears off from September So I hope this piece of paper finds you well And if I wake in the morning I'll feel better If I don't wake up in the morning I'll feel swell I don't know what I was thinking when I said could change it Lock myself in this room, thе mirror there, I hate it And thеre's no way I can face this, there's no way I can fix it Don't wanna cause you problems, just want someone to listen And these lights feel so blinding it burns Can't describe what I'm feeling with words Cut my wings off, it's what I deserve Wipe these tears off, it should have been worse