(yeah… mm… breathe…

don’t blame me for what you brought…)

You look at me and see monsters,

but I’m a mirror, baby — honest.

If you see teeth, if you see shadows,

it’s your own reflection hauntin’.

I got tired of bein’ your warning,

your ghost story in the mornin’,

your “she’s crazy,” your “she’s broken,”

all that poison you keep pourin’.

You threw pain like confetti,

then got shocked when it stuck.

You stitched lies into my hoodie,

then said I’m the one corrupt.

You want a villain? Here’s a picture —

no filter, just truth in the frame.

Cuz everything you feared in me

was the part you wouldn’t name.

You call me cold? You call me distant?

But you built that winter storm.

You carved the frost into my ribcage,

told me freeze to keep you warm.

But I thawed out all your secrets,

I heard the tremor in your chest,

and every monster you accused me of

was hiding in your own unrest.

You look at me and see monsters,

but I’m a mirror through and through.

So if you’re scared of what you’re starin’ at,

then the nightmare’s born in you.

I ain’t shapeshift for your comfort,

I ain’t shrink to fit your view —

If you see monsters in my features,

then they’re monsters pulled from you.

(yeah… from you… echoes don’t lie…)

You tried to paint me like a warning sign,

a red light on your road to peace,

but I was just reflectin’ back

the chaos you refused to release.

You played victim in a spotlight

you built from guilt and pride,

and every accusation you threw

was a truth you had to hide.

You said I was loud, too emotional,

said my thunder shook the room.

But your silence was a weapon,

and your distance spelled my doom.

You blamed me for every tremor,

for every shake inside your bones.

But I’m not your haunted attic —

I just echoed what you owned.

You ran from your own shadows,

but they followed through my door.

You said I’m the one that’s dangerous?

Baby, check the metaphor.

I never held a knife to you,

but you held one in your fear.

You kept stabbin’ at reflections

til the glass all disappeared.

And when the shards hit your fingers,

you screamed I’m the one who cut,

but you’re the one who shattered first

when the truth was too abrupt.

I never asked to hold your demons,

never asked to wear your blame.

But you saw your own reflection,

and you tried to change my name.

You look at me and see monsters,

but I’m a mirror through and through.

So if you panic at my silhouette,

then the ghost belongs to you.

I won’t bend into your story,

won’t be fiction for your truth.

If you see darkness in my outline,

you’re just seein’ pieces you produced.

(uh… yeah… mirrors don’t lie, baby…)

Take a breath… look again…

What you called evil was your ache.

What you called danger was your doubt.

What you called wicked was your heartbreak.

And every time you flinched at me,

you weren’t scared of who I am —

you were scared of bein’ seen.

I built myself from ashes,

not from rumors, not from fear.

I stitched my heart back double-strong

so your storm could disappear.

You said I’m dramatic, unstable, tragic —

whatever label helped you cope.

But labels don’t stick to mirrors,

they just slide off with the soap.

You tried to outrun your shadow,

but it followed every track.

You kept swearin’ I was chasin’ you,

but it’s you who’s lookin’ back.

Don’t tell me that I’m monstrous

when it’s your reflection growlin’.

I’m just holdin’ up the image

you avoid when truth is howlin’.

I’m tired of bein’ your scapegoat,

your outlet, your excuse.

You call me chaos — but I’m structure.

You call me wild — but I’m roots.

If you wanted peace, you’d build it.

If you wanted calm, you’d try.

But instead you project your hurricane

onto anything nearby.

So here — take back your monsters.

Take the shadows that you threw.

I’m a mirror, not your battleground.

And I’m done reflectin’ you.

You look at me and see monsters,

but I’m a mirror — clear as blue.

If you fear the face you’re lookin’ at,

then the beast is born in you.

I’m not shapin’ into nightmares,

I’m just showin’ what is true.

And if you see claws inside my eyes,

it’s cuz they grew inside you.

(yeah… truth hits… whether you ready or not…)