Each and every little carefully scrawled character
Written out in black ink, oh-so delicately
Reveals a little bit more than what's there
Reveals a little bit more than what I am
So what are you looking for?
Because with time I've found
That I am in this on my own
You once hoped to fight
But now it's killing you
Searching for truth by your bedroom door
Piecing me together
From the shards of what I once was
When you look at me, what do you see?
Some broken image? A prefabricated ideal?
Truth is, I'm not what I am, not who I am
I'm only what I will be
So what are you looking for?
Break this mirror
Let it fall to pieces
Break this mirror
To see from all angles
Do I wear you down?