Texty: Jimi Hendrix. Voodoo Soup. Room Full Of Mirrors.

I used to live in a room full of mirrors
All I could see was me
Then I take my spirit and I smash my mirrors
And now the whole world is here for me to see
Now IUFFFF92m searching for my love to be

A broken glass was solvinUFFFF92 my brain
Cut and screaminUFFFF92 crowdinUFFFF92 in my head

A broken glass was loud in my brain
It used to fall on my dreams and cut me in my bed
It used to fall on my dreams and cut me in my bed
I say making love was strange in my bed