LYRICS
Verse 1:
What’s a mirror?
a piece of glass, reflecting light and image,
nice and rigid decorated frame is quite exquisite.
Usually posted on selected walls in vertical viewing,
as it connects with all humans, daily for personal grooming.
Whether peaceful state, stressed or on a verge of insanity
let’s utilize mirrors without the purpose of vanity.
Self imagery- observing it gradually,
hypnotized by physical reflection
but notice we rarely focus on spiritual connection.
Personal assessment-
a necessary act and ritual,
sometimes the ego overcast and help to mask the visual.
This task is critical to steer our heads right
some afraid and run for shade,
whenever truth appears to shed light.
We tend to psychoanalyze others-
but when do we spin directions of a mirror,
and begin to question our imperfections?
Love to win affection from a list of good deeds-
but rarely took heed to regulating reoccurring flaws.
Constructively criticized, we feel offense-
friends reveal events of our errors, as we conceal contempt.
Internal temperature get real intense,
in this case it must be proof
we embrace pretty lies, but can’t face an ugly truth.
Chorus:
It seems my major role, and logical conviction….
is to gradually display your soul through optical depiction.
You should stop running- when I reveal the scars.
Reflection ain’t always gentle,
but how healing starts- Face the mirror.
Verse 2:
I feel it’s time to face myself,
confront the weight I’ve placed on shelves,
mistakes I traced in haste, displaced, replaced, and chased for help.
This glass don’t lie — it outlines traits I’ve known and hidden,
my mind’s decision making, is plagued by overthinking.
Obsessing over outcomes — replay scenes and doubt some,
turning minor imperfections to mountains ’til I outrun.
Dismissive— bristle quick, like I’m defending my core,
when really I fear connection,
so I exit before- commitment forms.
I sabotage what bonds could bring to me,
scared of love rejecting me, so I reject them instinctively.
Hero complex of Heroine- my chosen role
try to fix broken souls, while I’m the one who needs repairing.
Staring in this mirror gave me the blessing to ease the tension,
revealing flaws I used to dodge instead of receiving lessons.
Growth and healing ain’t to reach perfection,
it’s about persistence and taking the first step to see progression.
Chorus:
It seems my major role, and logical conviction….
is to gradually display your soul through optical depiction.
You should stop running- when I reveal the scars.
Reflection ain’t always gentle,
but how healing starts- Face the mirror.