I know i might as well be a BITCHASSMOTHAFUCKA + to be breakin windows. I might be made to fuck some shit up but its on a whole other level. And here im speaking directly to you, my mirror, that you might know the depth of my strength. Its all i ever wanted you to lean on. I should have would have could have enough. Hated yer tits, loved u fer loving them, dont give a shit what yer wearin, loved you fer wearin it. Couldnt stand that you cant cook, wouldnt cook, bought life at a convenience store and shoved it down yer mouth like veggies were yer worst nightmare, loved that you had a nightmare at all. Cloudy fuckin mirror. Saw myself all wrong, to many metaphors, to many mistakes. I saw yer soul n you saw mine. Loved it. Take that.