I've thought I was the hero all along

But looking back I realize I'm wrong

I'm just a monster

People who think about me

Wonder 'who could want her'

I thought I was the daytime light

Until I looked in the mirror and saw

My face looks so hurt that I'm the dark during the night

Everything used to be black and white

But now it's so gray because it's a blurred line

What's right and what's wrong?

What happened to when I used to feel so strong?

When I was younger and watched a movie

I hated the bad guy, the villain

Looking back now

I know why I hated the one who was doing the killing

Because I was killing myself slowly

I could relate because I was lonely

I knew what it felt to feel so torn that you wonder if you're the problem

Over the days I watched my face turn solemn

Still, I thought I was good

Until I looked in the mirror and took off the hood

And saw the villain staring back

The very essence of the one from my childhood

I'm not bad

I'm not good

I'm just misunderstood

Most nights I think I'm the villain

During the times I just sit in my room while chillin'

What happens in the movies is true

The villain always does lose

I would know this

Because when I look in the mirror I see this

And I know I'm going to be defeated

Because of the way I am treated

It's all my fault

Was I ever even happy or good at all?