Letters still unopened in a home that’s not a homenAin’t nothing going to ever change thatnThe writings on the wall in words I never wrote nCould it be my lies after allnnStaring in the mirror at these patterns of oddnTaking after your mother another should have beennEnding up like superman in the closetnUnable to come outnnJust one more game where someone has to losenJust one more way to separate the truthnJust one more line they already usednJust one more menPretending to be younnHiding in the television againnLooking for anyone to turn you onnCaught on film by a stranger’s eyenJust another place I don’t belongnnBreaking mirrors of there patterns of oddnBlaming your father for who you really arenPlacing ads for heroes cause you can’t save yourselfnnJust one more game where someone has to losenJust one more way to separate the truthnJust one more line they already usednJust one more menPretending to be youn