I still think to take pictures.   To be reminded of what we used to look like.   I'm tired of waking up once a month,   In the emergency room with a new face.   We've been chasing our pasts for far too long,   Down what seem to be endless hallways.   This day and age it's hard to be truly honest with ourselves.   I'm too scared to admit that I have a disease.   I've broken every mirror that's ever lied to me.   Honest. Honest.    Honest. Honest.    Honest. Honest.