Ain’t it strange or just a little weird. Looking in the mirror. Cause I’m looking at you and you’re looking at me too. Nothings left unforgiven. Everything will follow you to the end. There you’ll find yourself waiting there for you. White noise, falling asleep to the white noise. Under attack from the white noise, white noise. I seen you busting through where today meets tomorrow. Don’t look so confused, when you find out life is borrowed. Your memory has been shattered. Your picking up the pieces. Trying to put them back together. Ain’t it upsetting, when you’ve given it your best. All you’ve got to show for it, is everything you left.