When things go wrong why do they always say
"Oh honey don't worry it will be okay"
No it won't.
I feel like im scattered across the floor
Pieces of me like ceramics door to door
Making a mosaic of my life for everyone to adore
I feel like a janitor sweeping up my mess
But then someone comes along and tells me im an artist
With all these colors that I can make something great
What do they see that I don't?
When I look in the mirror all i see
Is these broken fragments of me
Then this someone comes back along
Rippling the scene
Making this glass swirl and change
I don't even look the same
All my experiences are there
But on my sleeve
"Now aren't you proud?"
Look at all you've lived
Out there for the world to see
"But now i'll be judged"
But what's done is done
I guess i'll just have to go on
Try and be who this person wants me to become
I go back and try to remember their name
And they shimmer away into the breeze
At that moment I realized it was me
All I had to do was shift my perspective