you count yourself out
just to fit yourself in
you never felt comfortable inside your skin
all that you want
not to do this again
see devils lurking around the bend
you’re wishing for freedom
it’s tied to the time
and tied to the tides
just make a dollar and tithe a dime
wish that your father could find inside
or even try to cry or choose your side
it’s harder to fake when the man in the mirror
can see when you’re blurry or clear or
if all of the clouds have gone over the (moon)
you have chosen to prove:
that you feel how you say you do
that people have to make a way for you
or if all of the prophecies prayed are true
you ain’t got _ but have the world to lose
you’re begging for chance to just cut you a break
you’re praying jehovah has made a mistake
you front like just this once
you won’t confront yourself and cause your earth to quake
to the nearest hearer,
the man in the mirror,
the portrait austere-er,
can you hear me now?
the brother held dearer,
the closest to peer,
the feelings i speared,
can you steer me out?
can you hear me out?
can you squeeze and leave some room for doubt?
you judge yourself more when love ain’t assured;
you’re scrambling walls so you feel secure
statues you built of letters allure
the strangers who think that your image is pure
you search for a cure
you search for a reason
to relieve some of the pressure you’re feeling
or pressurize bullets of notes of completion
the phrases unfinished could fill up an-
you always knew silence speaks louder than words
filling up silence you spread like a scourge
felt like a bother you have to learn
no matter your eloquence, backs will turn
they see magic and wish to burn
a voice unique a voice unheard
shown an angel seen a bird
you see yourself
above the clouds
the treble clef
you’re meant to rise
there’s nothing left
to hold inside
the mirror self
is bonafide
to: the man in the mirror
the man in the mirror
you can see me, know my vision is clearer
i know when you’re with me you’re less concrete;
it’s only near me you feel safe to weep.
if i wasn’t glass molded just like your skin
i’d show you my wisdom you’d know from within
and you’d never count yourself out to be in
and you would feel comfortable inside your skin
even though i’m an image, we still are twins
(we still are twins)
(we still are twins)
even though i’m an image, we still are twins
the man in the mirror can see your sins
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