Blindside

I hear you, so don't you say another word
Now here you are standing there crushing yourself
I'll near you, but my eyes see a different world
Here you are standing there breaking my heart, as you're crushing yourself
But lately you've been painting on the walls
With the black fire, you lit
And you call it your mirror
And then you hate it, and then you spit on it
But sorry, you're not a god
Now every thought you feel within turning into flames
So hold your breath cause all I can smell is ashes