The End

Verse 1
You’ve become the solemn echo of me
A hero in your own vexatious tragedy
The victim of an empathetic love story
Blaming it on my senseless complexity

Verse2
You’ve become my impoverished paradigm
An elucidation affirmed as once sublime
A catalyst to confusion, a bourbon-born shrine
Dedicated to the serenity I was hoping to find
 
Chorus
In the end, you are just another side of me
A regressive suppression of who I use to be
In the end, you are just another side of me
A reflective rejection of my futility
In the end, you are just another side of me

Verse3
You’ve become a stone-shrouded catastrophe
Now spinning your way into this splintered reality
You were to remain buried, a fossil of fallacy
Your illicit escape comes as an unwelcomed irony

Verse 4
You’ve become more than inappreciably disinclined
Once merely an archetype of my mind’s grand design
To make yourself known, your debut now defined
Before, a hostage of self, but now afflicted and primed

Chorus
In the end, you are just another side of me
A regressive suppression of who I use to be
In the end, you are just another side of me
A reflective rejection of my futility
In the end, you are just another side of me
In the end, In the end

Bridge
This mirror screams
Bloodshot eyes
Soft-pedal gaze
Razor-stained silence
Suffocating rage
Its here they have now gathered
Angels make their bid
The devils chatter
In the end what really matters?

Chorus
In the end, you are the better side of me
A regressive suppression of who I choose to be
In the end, you are the better side of me
No longer a reflective rejection of my futility
You will always be me, In the end