I know times have changed
People come and go these days
Now I'm asking myself
Who's the man in the mirror?
And will I always feel alone?
Never feel like I am at home
Looking at myself
Who's this man in the mirror?
Who's this man in the mirror?
'Cause I don't even recognize me
All the voices in my head won't let a guy be
I'm so stressed out that I better try and breathe
But I can't cause I been so fed up, I'm weak
Fuck that, we gon' rise from this shit
Put my life on the line, I would die for this shit
Always been the outcast, now I'm the misfit
I'll be busy doing me by the time they get it but..
Now they tell that my music too deep
How am I suppose to write happy when I always lose sleep?












