I bet you feel broken,
I bet something made you feel broken
You speak about past demons
Like they hang on your back
Holding your eyelids open
Never knowing you haven't even awoken.
Like the sun isn't setting 92 million miles away
Allowing you to accept the new day.

Regret yourself having a past?
Allow yourself to have a future
I've looked in the same mirror,
It shows a scared child, a damaged man
I'm nothing better than any.
I circumvent my own short comings
Trying to lend a hand to any
That will allow me theirs.

When the mirror crashes to the floor
And pieces scatter in disarray
We can lay them out and glue them back
Into something beautifully new.
Perfection of you, is defined in you.
Never forget the real truth.