I've seen the f_cking devil, but he was staring right back at me Perfect bodies and perfect people, God, I wish I was equal Just a porcelain dream, washing away my regrets day after day, if only you knew... You see a happy boy care free with no troubles, but really just hollow and washed out I don't crave attention or perfection, just a personal mention and some happiness inside But I still wear this brave face with a smile - f_ck it I'm 23 with key to the f_cking world So why am I still going back to that mirror with the devil staring back at me? Drag me down, push me under