Vulnerable, again Vulnerable, again The devil made me deaf Now every angel's wing is clipped and bent I think the petals on my heart Are folding in I could never find a cure Open the doors and let me in I'm ready to hurt and heal again I'll never find myself in the end If I don't learn to love my own reflection Cynical, again Cynical, again Still waiting to ascend But every ladder up is missing steps I think the petals on my heart are folding in I could never find a cure or medicine They broke me open like a godless mannequin Still feeling numb Open the doors and let me in I'm ready to hurt and heal again I'll never find myself in the end If I don't learn to love my own Open the doors and let me in I'm ready to face the mirror again I'll never find myself in the end If I don't learn to love my own reflection I let the glass crack. Warping my perception Put back the fractures and build a better shell Shell Coming to grips with (At what cost?) Everything changing (To evolve?) I trans-mutated (I know I) Can't go back now Open the doors and let me in I'm ready to hurt and heal again I'll never find myself in the end If I don't learn to love my own reflection (If I don't learn to love my own reflection)