One Hundred Eighty
I don't know whose side you're on.
Actually, I do—
You don't care about anyone else.
The only thing you're concerned with is yourself.
And to think I thought you were on my side.
You don't care about me at all, do you?
The only thing in front of your eyes
is a mirror.
Mirrors break, you know.
One day, it'll all come rushing back—
but in the opposite direction.
I'll be waiting.