- All the mistakes I've made
- All added up to who I am today
- But I don't always know the way
- I don't know if I'll be ok
- So I just keep going on
- Just gotta keep on singing this song
- Then nothing will ever go wrong
- Just gotta keep on singing this song
- A garden full of mirrors to be used for reflection
- Never had a premonition of misusing this affection
- And after a bit of time and a little introspection
- It's oh so clear I'm full of imperfections
- The kindles growing but it's losing it's flame
- Over slow burning ashes I brought the rain
- Now what once was and could've been
- Is washed away never to see again
- And I can't stop thinking
- This is all because of me
- Plunged a knife in and it went deep
- Now with my weak head hung down
- Deafening silence is all I've found
- This is all because of me
- Plunged a knife in and it went deep
- Now with my weak head hung down
- Deafening silence is all I've found
- A garden full of mirrors To be used for reflection
- Never had a premonition of misusing this affection
- And after a bit of time and a little introspection
- It's oh so clear I'm full of imperfections
- All the mistakes I've made
- All added up to who I am today
- But I don't always know the way
- I don't know if I'll be ok
- So I just keep going on
- Just gotta keep on singing this song
- Then nothing will ever go wrong
- Just gotta keep on singing this song
- A garden full of mirrors to be used for reflection
- Never had a premonition of misusing this affection
- And after a bit of time and a little introspection
- It's oh so clear I'm full of imperfections
- The kindles growing but it's losing it's flame
- Over slow burning ashes I brought the rain
- Now what once was and could've been
- Is washed away never to see again
- And I can't stop thinking
- This is all because of me
- Plunged a knife in and it went deep
- Now with my weak head hung down
- Deafening silence is all I've found
- This is all because of me
- Plunged a knife in and it went deep
- Now with my weak head hung down
- Deafening silence is all I've found
- A garden full of mirrors To be used for reflection
- Never had a premonition of misusing this affection
- And after a bit of time and a little introspection
- It's oh so clear I'm full of imperfections
