Verse 1: In front of a mirror, unfamiliar reflection/Face to face, man to man, he starts to question/The person that he sees. Eyes lack affection/Kill the voices in his head. Begin disconnection/A stack of imperfections, but hey, we all got 'em/Some drink to remember. Some drink to not spot 'em/Wondering when the hell did he hit rock bottom/Thinking back on precious lessons his best friend taught him/Way back before he hit GOD's bathroom/Head full of pressure. Rest the senses can't ignore/Hole in his soul. There's a huge amount to restore/Down to his core. He closes the bathroom door/More to explore. He takes a deep in his face/Starts asking himself "How did I get to this place?!"/"In my life can't recall when I became a disgrace/My heart, my soul, I've seem to misplace"/ Verse 2: Realizing Lucifer's playground is where he still paced/Discovered good qualities once owned have been erased/Firm footsteps in sand with GOD can't be retraced/Self respect and from others will never be replaced/Can't seem to step away from his bathroom mirror/The more he focuses in the more it grows unclearer/WARNING: Reality is closer than it may appear/Alcohol consumption overshadows weight of tears/Way up here others tears are disregarded/Ex lovers feelings are practical, they're discarded/Tossed out with yesterday's trash are the broken hearted/He's unable to get over his dearly departed/ Verse 3: It all started with a flashback that was reminisced/Dwelling on a decisive phone call that he just missed/5 years ago to the day, it sits on top of his list/Overwhelmed by sorrow, thoughts of slitting his wrist/Could use a Godly assist but wasn't big on religion/Who could blame him with this crazy ass world that we live in!?/It's a given, pedal to metal decisions depressed driven/License of ill minded visions of second guessed livin'/He envisions every single last bridge that he's burned/Can't forgive himself for every cold shoulder he's turned/Emotionless to others feelings. Now where was this learned?/Ignorant to the fact it's too late to be concerned/Should reach for a cell phone to initiate a conversation/Instead he grabs a bottle, inebriates this conscious patient/Handful of pills swallowed. No escaping songs from Satan/Ain't no free ride in suicide, no heavenly constellation/Pain killers ain't a thing for more than one a day pain/29 year old can't board a runaway train/Dear father, please forgive me for what I have done/I can no longer fight this battle. The Devil has won.../