John Frusciante Mirror

Hit in the face when you open a door Unconsiderate to yourself You are always out of tune to you Stepping back from where you are Nevers angle is one for all Fired by an unknown eye That wasn t always a place for you to cry Everyone knows becomings what you do When you die The face in the mirror is not me How many times have you been to the back No one to see and nothing to laugh at Going everywhere at once Time does a crawl back to where it doesnt show No one means me When they say people dont grow The face in the mirror is not me The face in the mirror is not me