Illogic - Hate in a Puddle lyrics

I hate when it rains
Cause in puddles I encounter this guy
Unable to give a rebuttal as rivers
Of pain flood his eyes
Wonderin why he's a gift with no purpose
A priceless one-of-a-kind piece
That's worthless grounded with no surface
And when he shows one, it's a facade
Cause inside he fights feelings that he
Was a mistake by God
I see his confusion and self-deception
Questions of relevance and intelligence
He holds an illusion of self-acceptance
That he shows to those outside lookin in
He's outside lookin in to his
Own life lookin for strength
To carry on as a pawn in
This chess game of existance
In his mind he wants to go on to the dawn
And leave the stress that came with existance
Hopin in death he'll find life
Cause as he lives, he roams the dark
Tryin to find light
He's made his heart so hard
He doesn't even cry anymore
Cause he's confronted sorrow frequently
His heart's been broken frequently
It's like he's lost some part of him
And just haven't found it yet
So in his search, he's left with nothin but
Questions and regret
All he wants to know is how one day
He's content and the next day he's cryin
Cause his life isn't what
He thought life meant
He just wants to be happy
With his love and all but too often I get
Messages through telepathic calls
He's askin me through a puddle what
More must he endure to continue
But for some reason he knows
He most endure to continue

When I walk past puddles
My reflection calls beggin me
To answer his questions about
Life and his perceptions
And tell him why I hate him so much
And you wonder why I hate him so much?
Now when I walk past puddles
My reflection calls beggin me
To answer his questions about life
And his perceptions
And tell him why I hate him so much
Damn, I wonder why I hate him so much

Why did I hate him so much? I wondered
Pondered on the question
What in my mind caused me
To despise my reflection?
I didn't know I just knew when I saw him
How I felt
And hated the fact that he had to play
With the cards that he was dealt
He's come in contact with some ill
Things that can't be explained
Life's extracted his energy to where
The pain can't be contained
So to me he comes, sheddin tears like skin
Intimate with some
Only the ones he calls friends
If he even exists, he only exists in pain
It's like his life is a myth
And he's been blessed with the gift of shame
I mean from birth to love he's been betrayed
He's an unknown in how to cope
With that pain and dissapointment
He's come to know as he's grown
He feels he stands alone in
This world of puddle images
And he await's the time for when
Time finishes he tries to elevate thought
But he's still chillin in the basement
Awaitin a rebirth of his soul as
It fears it's spiritual placement

God I pray you can give me a
Purpose or help me find it
Cause on this narrow path of self damnation
I can't find it
Is it somethin I need to know
Some way I need to grow
To get out of this rut
God give me some self-trust
Love is somethin I'm lookin for
But, I've found it, or have I?
I wanna live but can I
Or do I have to die to? I try to
Have life but my life seems kinda worthless
As I'm starin at this puddle
God I pray that you can give me
A purpose or help me find it
Cause on this narrow path of self damnation
I can't find it
Is it somethin I need to know
Some way I need to grow
To get out of this rut, God please
Give me some self-trust
Love is somethin I'm lookin for
- thought I found it, or have I?
I wanna live but can I
Or do I have to die to? I try to
Have life but my life seems kinda worthless
As I'm starin in this puddle

I sit alone in dismal silence
Peering into the eyes of my reflection
Wondering if his thoughts are
Adjacent to my own
What visions of eerie savagery
Are passing if purity lurks in the
Mind of he who I mirror?
Lookin at him I am disgusted
He lacks beauty in all external areas
And internally he seems so confused
Perplexed with this conundrum of life
He proceeds to function or cope
Lookin at it realistically
Esteem he lacks, in all areas of existance
Reason unknown what is the cause of the
Lack of this self-acceptance?
I mean it seems like
He needs constant assurance
Some type of ritual proof that he's
Even worth the oxygen he breathes
A light that shines upon him
Is his living in vain? Does
He have a purpose?
Answer - eternally unknown