I caught my eye in a swinging door
I'd never seen that man before
I saw myself in someone else and hated them ever since
Some broken glass and a bleeding hand
The mirror's down but I'm still standing
Stand
I know who I am
ParabolaI caught my eye in a swinging door I'd never seen that man before I saw myself in someone else and hated them ever since Some broken glass and a bleeding hand The mirror's down but I'm still standing Stand I know who I am |