That picture means nothing
When the image in my head is all I see
I've burned the image a thousand times
To destroy the sight of myself
But it left a branded mark behind
Reminding me I'm far from well (far from well)
Now I stand strong but fragile
Like clay pulled from the kiln
Face to face with what I fear
Reflection from a twisted mirror
Where every flaw is brought to light
And all that shines is left behind
Engrained with permanence
Like a statue standing tall (standing tall)
But the frailty of a mere sketch
Constantly set to rise and fall
Seen through an old warped film
Now I stand strong but fragile
Like clay pulled from the kiln
And cleansing the palette to bring
Bring me face to face with what I fear
Reflection from a twisted mirror
Where every flaw is brought to light
And all that shines is left behind
Will I ever be content with what I see?
(Will I ever be content with what I see?)
Or will my greatest oppressor (my greatest oppressor)
Engrained with permanence (engrained with permanence)
Like a statue standing tall
But the frailty of a sketch
Set to constantly rise and fall
Though charred by the demolition
A new image begins to appear
Just like the one I'd destroyed
Face to face with what I fear
Reflection from a twisted mirror
Where every flaw is brought to light
And all that shines is left behind
And cleansing the palette to bring
Bring me back from this hell