No one knows what goes on up inside my head
There is a new kind of poison and starting to spread
But I didn’t think the antidote was in my hands
I can change my plans I can change my plans
I tried to find my reflection on the glass
But all I ever saw were the things I lacked
All the smudges on the mirror made me go insane
All I ever thought I was
Was a mistake
♪ faith marie - antidote in ♪ music
- April 30, 2018, 6:17 p.m.
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