Drawing lines, breaking hearts,
Leavin' scars, telling white lies,
Sleeping with snakes, hearing we're just friends,
Blowing hot and cold, praying that my conscience is as clear as water
Again, again, again and again.

So [bad word] tell me. Tell me!
Where are these days when things were so much better?
Where are these [bad word] days?
I can feel free and know it's just an illusion.
I can feel special and know it's just a lie.
No one saves me from me and blaming myself. 
Where are these days when things were so much better?

I've been too caught up 
In this [bad word] game 
But I won't out!

And you can't stop blaming me
And you can't stop judging me

Cuz I'm the portrait of a modern man.
I am your reflection, reflection of You.