In a waiting room
There are so many things that I don´t need
When I am there
Mosquitos
It was written on the box
that I found lying against my doors
I see
Our reflection in a mirror
As we slowly pass
I think to myself
I don´t wanna be
like these two
Then realize
It was mirror, mirror, nothing but a mirror
So that were we
And I don´t wanna be...