I've scraped the glass for crumbs, and asked the mirror for some truth.
I've loaded my body with chemicals.
It was no use.
'Cause retribution's coming for the years of this abuse.
And I can't get away, and still I can't get close enough to you.

You won't go away, but every hit is just a taste.
Something scares me in this place, I self-destruct for days.
You won't go away, but every hit is just a taste of all the things I need to face.
But it's all so fake.

It's a constant reminder of what I can and cannot have.
The smell, the taste, it's all just fake, the truth is what I lack
So I will keep on running and keep my head above the ground,
And I will look for you in places you cannot be found.

You won't go away, but every hit is just a taste.
You won't go away, still I've been gone for days.

"It's okay," a voice says.
"We all look elsewhere,"
It's true that I look elsewhere for you.