Reflections are more dangerous than knives

remember when your tastes were your own?

now you only taste like them

remember when your thoughts were your own?

now you only think of them

I'm waiting for one of you to show me

you're not like all the others

smoke your cigarettes

drink your alcohol

smile when they tell you what you like

I hated when you dismissed Cursive

you said print was more your style

and now the only thing you write in is cursive

and your ink of preference is lies

so write my pain in your red ink

and wait for it to seep into your nailbeds

you'll remember me always,

from the paint in your skin

to your sheets and your nightstand

I hated when you told me my eyes weren't as bright

and that indie just wasn't your style

now the only thing you do is scene yourself

and really, have you seen yourself?

I'm waiting for one of you to show me

that you're not like the others at all

smoke your cigarettes

drink your alcohol

smile at me when they tell you what you like

remember when your tastes were your own?

Now you only taste like them

remember when your thoughts were your own?

now you only think like them