I think it's time to look inside myself. In truth, I think I'm scared of what I'll see. Facing this discrepancy of what I am And what I want to be.
Staring at the mirror with this heartless gaze, I can read between the lines That go along the forehead up this anxious face That isn't even mine.
Chorus: Oh, my restless soul, Trying hard to take control, Worn out from standing still, Knowing what I am and hoping that I can find A way to make it real
I think it's time to look inside my heart To face the insecurities I hide. Still, it seems so hard to struggle past the gates That are guarded by my pride.
Looking at the self that no one else can see, Maybe it was better to be blind. But the mirror in my hand is seen with different eyes, Reflecting only truth within my mind.