You don’t even know me,
You stand there passing judgement,
Like it will distract you,
From that reflection of yourself,
Casting me out of your circle,
When it’s you who can’t look at yourself in the mirror.
You don’t even know me,
You stand there passing judgement,
Like it will distract you,
From that reflection of yourself,
Casting me out of your circle,
When it’s you who can’t look at yourself in the mirror.
Bohotea 