Mirror - SOPT Version

By Buggeyed

Released on October 31, 2021

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Practicing my posture in the mirror

And my smile in the reflection

Knowing that I gotta go

But don't know my direction

Spent my whole life wondering why

I'm so different from the kids who shoot me dirty looks

Keeping by the teacher's side

To avoid interaction

So now I'm practicing my posture in the mirror

And my smile in the reflection

Fuck!

Mirror on the wall

I'm gonna cut it off

Pathetic piece of shit

I'm getting sick of this

Mirror on the wall

I'm gonna cut it off

Pathetic piece of shit

I'm getting sick of this

And so I hear the sounds of people talking and laughing

But I can't join in

And I promise that I'd never look away

If I could stare into your eyes for more than 3 seconds

And so the sounds they clog my ears

With the hum of conversations repeated

And there's a disconnect at play that kept us from saying

What was needed

Mirror on the wall

I'm gonna cut it off

Pathetic piece of shit

I'm getting sick of this

Cause we're invisible in your eyes

One day we'll live somewhere more nice

To us

We're invisible in your eyes

One day you'll open up your mind

One day we'll be visible in your eyes

For now we're invisible

Is this makeup not enough?

Is my skin not soft to the touch?

Did my voice catch you off guard?

Oh, I'm sorry

That must be so hard

Is this makeup not enough?

Is my skin not soft to the touch?

Did my voice catch you off guard?

Oh, I'm sorry

That must be so hard

What about this is "he?"

(I am no one's son, I am no one's son)

What about this is "he?"

(I am no one's son, I am no one's)

What about this is "he?"

(I am no one's son, I am no one's son)

What about this is "he?"

(I am no one's son, I am no one's)

I don't owe you androgyny

I don't know femininity

I don't owe you respect

If you won't show a single bit to me

I don't owe you androgyny

I dont know femininity

I don't owe you a motherfucking thing

(I'm more than my identity)

Is my makeup not enough? Is my

Skin not soft enough? Is my

Voice not high enough? Is the

Thought alone enough

To infuriate? that

Sounds like a you problem to me

I am more than what you see

I am more than my identity