The Guy In the Mirror
The Guy in the Mirror
I look in the mirror and see a Boy
who is staring back at me
I don’t know who he is
because he’s not the guy I want to be
he puts a smile on
while inside she's falling apart
he says she's ok
as pain fills his heart
he pretends not to care
as everyone slowly walks away
he hides behind his mask
and pretends to be okay
he is scared to let people close
it always end up to be heartache
he feels like a stranger in his own home
like he doesn’t even belong
he tries the best he can
but it always seems to be wrong
he has ideas for the future
hopes and dreams of his own
but he doesn’t hold his breath
because disappointments all he’s ever known
he asks 'Why am I never good enough? '
'Why am I always the second choice? '
people tell him he’s got to stand up for what he wants
he’s got to find his own voice
I know who I wanna be
It's all so much clearer
but the fact of life is
I'm the guy standing in the mirror
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