Vulnerable, again
Vulnerable, again
The devil made me deaf
Now every angel's wing is clipped and bent
I think the petals on my heart
Are folding in
I could never find a cure

Open the doors and let me in
I'm ready to hurt and heal again
I'll never find myself in the end
If I don't learn to love my own reflection

Cynical, again
Cynical, again
Still waiting to ascend
But every ladder up is missing steps
I think the petals on my heart are folding in
I could never find a cure or medicine
They broke me open like a godless mannequin
Still feeling numb

Open the doors and let me in
I'm ready to hurt and heal again
I'll never find myself in the end
If I don't learn to love my own

Open the doors and let me in
I'm ready to face the mirror again
I'll never find myself in the end
If I don't learn to love my own reflection

I let the glass crack. Warping my perception
Put back the fractures and build a better shell
Shell

Coming to grips with
(At what cost?)
Everything changing
(To evolve?)
I trans-mutated
(I know I)
Can't go back now

Open the doors and let me in
I'm ready to hurt and heal again
I'll never find myself in the end
If I don't learn to love my own reflection

(If I don't learn to love my own reflection)