this is getting old. i'm still tired. wearing this smiling mask. it reeks of sh**. reflections grow weary. so i'll crack these glittering surfaces. this is getting old. i'm still tired. wearing this smiling mask. it reeks of sh**. i can't get up. i'm trying so hard to make everything all right. but i can't wake up. this bed has been here since the beginning. i can't get up, i can't get up. to leave now would truly be a shame. i can't get up, i can't get up. when they're all watching, i'll be watching. i'll wear this mask. a priceless view. this won't last. reflections have grown so weary, and these glittering surfaces crack at the sight of me.