I wore a borrowed face this morning Smooth enough to hide the years The mirror made me look immortal But it couldn’t hide my fear Every scar became an error Every flaw was swept away Till the stranger in the picture Had nothing left of me to say Give me back my crooked smile Give me back my tired eyes I would rather be imperfect Than a beautiful disguise If you love me, love the damage Love the truth time can’t erase I don’t want to disappear Behind a borrowed face We compare our private sorrow To somebody’s public shine Then we punish our own bodies For the crime of passing time But your hands know where I’ve traveled And your voice knows when I lie You can see me without filters You don’t need me beautified Let the silver touch my hair Let the lines remain Every mark is evidence That I was here through pain Give me back my crooked smile Give me back my changing shape I would rather age beside you Than be frozen and replaced Love the body that has carried Every loss and every grace I am more than my reflection More than any borrowed face
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