In multiple narrative graphs I'm told I am a symbol of the past But wasn't I a king built to last? Before my castle walls quickly collapsed The ecstasy of making things worse Seems to have become a worldwide curse This self-censorship made me weak Cornered by all this therapy speak I prefer the mirror to the screen It helps me understand the way I feel A tribute to what might have been To mask and cover deleted scenes A wave goodbye that never mattered A cancellation before it happened I fear myself more than anything else The power at my fingertips I prefer the mirror to the screen It helps me understand the way I feel A tribute to what might have been To mask and cover deleted scenes I prefer the mirror to the screen It helps me understand the way I feel A tribute to what might have been To mask and cover deleted scenes