[INTRO — SPOKEN, QUIET / CLOSE-MIC] “I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, sir... because I'm not myself, you see.” I look in the mirror... I know who I see... I recognize the face, the body... But it's not me... The mirror shows me one person... But it also shows the monster that I could be... [VERSE 1 — QUIET, RESTRAINED / BUILDING] Another morning, another dawn, One more turn before the sun... Another day, another chance, To face the things I can't outrun. I stand before the mirror, And wait for it to begin... I look at what is staring back, And wonder where I've been. One thing catches my attention, Then another follows close... The more I look, the more I find Everything I hate the most. [PRE-CHORUS — QUIET, BUILDING] Too heavy, too slow, Too much where it shouldn't be. I'm looking at someone else, And wonder why it's also me. They tell me I look good, They tell me I'm alright... But I see something different Every time I face the light. [CHORUS — BUILDING INTO FULL VOCAL] This is... what I see, Every time... I look at me. Too heavy, too ugly, Too slow, too hard to love. Why can't I look like them? Why can't I just be enough? The mirror shows a body, And my mind turns it into hate. This is... what I see... Every time I look at me. [VERSE 2 — DARKER / MORE RESTLESS] I see it in a photograph, Something I don't want to see. I look at everyone around, And wonder what's wrong with me. I remember who I used to be, And everything I used to wear. I thought if I could change enough, Maybe I'd finally get somewhere. But every time I change, The target moves again. There's always something wrong with me, There's always something that cannot be undone. [PRE-CHORUS 2 — BUILDING / MORE URGENT] They tell me I look good, But I don't see what they see. They tell me I'm not broken, But something's wrong with me. I hear every word they say, But none of it gets through. The voice behind the mirror Is louder than the truth. [CHORUS 2 — FULLER / MORE AGGRESSIVE] This is... what I see, Every time... I look at me. Too heavy, too ugly, Too slow, too hard to love. Why can't I look like them? Why can't I just be enough? The mirror shows a body, And my mind turns it into hate. [VOCAL BUILDS — EMOTIONAL BELT] This is... what I see... Every time I look at... [SCREAM / FULL BAND HIT] ME! [BRIDGE — STRIPPED BACK / INTIMATE / HAUNTING] I've tried to change, I've tried to hide, I've tried to leave This thing behind. Different body, Different face, Different ways To take its place. I thought if I could fix myself, Maybe I'd finally be enough... But every time I change, The voice is still the same. [BREAKDOWN — EXPLOSIVE / ANGRY / VOCAL CRACKING] What do you want from me?! What do you want me to change?! I changed my body! I changed my face! I changed everything You said was wrong! [BUILDING — VOCAL BECOMES MORE AGGRESSIVE] Still not enough! Still not enough! Still not enough! [SHOUTED / RAW] WHAT DO YOU WANT?! [INSTRUMENTAL EXPLODES] I POUND ON THE GLASS, SCREAMING AT THE FACE! I SEE A THOUSAND PIECES, BUT I STILL SEE THE SAME! [SCREAM / FULL BAND HIT] YOU'RE NOT THE MIRROR! YOU'RE WHAT'S BEHIND MY EYES! [POST-BREAKDOWN — NEAR SILENCE] The room is quiet... The glass is on the floor. I look down at the fragments, And every piece still shows my face. But for the first time, I wonder... Maybe the mirror never hated me. Maybe it was me Listening to the voice behind my eyes. [FINAL CHORUS — FULL BAND / EMOTIONAL BELT] This is... what I see, Every time... I look at me. Too heavy, too ugly, Too slow, too hard to love. Why can't I look like them? Why can't I just be enough? The mirror shows a body, And my mind turns it into hate. [VOCAL BUILDS — MORE CERTAIN] This is... what I see... But maybe that's not all there is. This is... what I see... And maybe I don't have to believe it. [OUTRO — QUIET / HAUNTING / CLOSE-MIC] I look in the mirror... I know who I see. I recognize the face... The body... And this time... I don't look away. The mirror only shows me what's standing there. It's the voice behind my eyes that tells me what it means. Maybe tomorrow I'll hear it again. Maybe I'll believe it again. But tonight... I can see myself. [INSTRUMENTAL FADES]
