You don't want noone to follow you It's hardly possible to not see you This place is way too small Or maybe you just ask for too much space Ever thought of that Maybe it's you and all the things you do You think you get over it by not facing up to it You're piling up histories, and don't get on top of it You, you're high above the ground You fall headlong back down to earth In fact you do alright but you're not aware You just pretend that you do not care You are such a bloody fake You're piling up histories but don't get on top of it You're wasting your time by making lists out of it You're such a bloody fool Mirror mirror on the wall Who is the brightest of them all Not you, this much is true Loves, and lives you had them all You'd put at stake your own recall You're such a bloody fool