Armed with distress

Following the plea to forget this

A hindsight view of what I used to see

Staring through silver back at me

I'm not the same as the familiar with the matching face

But I'm the one that sees it all

The times I learn, the times I fall

Many odd years held back from just what I was

And who's at fault for it

Depreciative self entreative, it's a plea

To learn from my mistakes

Counting first from the back of the line

Haven't even seen how it works yet here I am

Backlog hate for myself it's fine

Just because it's there doesn't make it right

Cause when I hold a stare at my reflection

I can not see

The person that evades my sight but takes all my light is an unknown version of me

I could try to break the glass just to let you pass

So I can breath

But when I hold a stare at my reflection

I know you're there staring back at me

Praise the one who

Held me underneath in the mud soaked

Place I now know as pride

Beaten to a pulp

life is fair

Learned from the best that

Learned I'm not to

Blame so don't take it out on me

Haven't I learned to exonerate and shake it off?

It's seems hard but hell is it worth it

Get one thing for yourself

God damn respect

Now that I've pulled myself from the mirror

I can finally come

To terms with who I am as guest on this earth

I'm simply better, I'm simply better than I was

Cause when I hold a stare at my reflection

I can not see

The person that evades my sight but takes all my light was an unknown version of me

I could try to break the glass just to let you pass

So I can breath

But when I hold a stare at my reflection

You're not there

And that's just fine by me

Fine by me

I hold a stare, I scream

I'm the one that's living your dream

It's fine by me

Cause when I hold a stare at my reflection

You're not there

And that's just fine by