According to the rules
I should have never loved you
But I did
And it hurts now more than ever

I'm over
Just trying to build back better
Trying to stand a little taller
And make new connections when I can

But the way I am
Is so sad in my reflection
I barely look him in the eyes
Is someone else in my reflection

Can you still be you
When the mirror tells the story
Of drunken nights and the lowest highs
Of when you cried
All those lonely sleepless nights

Can I still be me
When in the mirror stands a stranger
Just lines and hair and wry lips
Just agape in all the shyness
Just a lie, just a lie, just a lie

Who am I these days?
Who will I become?
When all is said and done
And the grave comes up to meet me

Will I be a hero to the masses
Or a fool who luckily passes
Will I be the brunt or focus
Of all the stories

With ulogies, apologies,
Confessions, and transgressions
Will it be a priest that tells my goodbye
Or family that tells of lovely lies

That leave out all the darkest days
And how I struggled almost everyday
And how I laughed at all dumb jokes
Or cried out