Funhouse Mirrors

Duration

4:38

Genres

Pop

Description

Lyrics

I've got a room full of funhouse mirrors of all shapes in my head And sometimes I have wondered what it's like to be dead I can see you smiling It's all right I'm not down I'm your entertainment for this life I'm your clown In this room full of funhouse mirrors Room full of funhouse mirrors Looking through funhouse mirrors I can't tell which is me There's a light that keeps shining brightly all around when I blink Everything moves too quickly I can't stop when I think All the shapes keep changing First I'm fat then I'm thin Where's my true reflection? In this room? In this skin? I can't see who we are throgh this silver smokescreen Lies that we tell work out well in this infinite domain can't complain doing well Have I lost my mind? I'm staring at indecision My old friend, know you well The path that will lead me safely to your arms from this cell When did my ambition run away with my dreams? It's time to break these mirrors or I'll crack at the seams