Myself

Verse 1: In the mirror, I see a face that's been through the storm, A reflection of a life that's been around the bend. I'm talking to myself, trying to make sense of the mess, A dialogue with my shadow, in the quiet of the night's best. Chorus: Talking to myself, in the silence of the room, A monologue with my soul, in the echo of my own. I'm the protagonist of my own story, A character in a script that's yet to be written, A journey through the labyrinth, of my own making. Verse 2: I'm the architect of my dreams, the builder of my fears, A painter of my canvas, with colors that are rare. I'm the author of my fate, the composer of my tune, A conductor of my life, in the symphony of the moon. Chorus: Talking to myself, in the silence of the room, A monologue with my soul, in the echo of my own. I'm the protagonist of my own story, A character in a script that's yet to be written, A journey through the labyrinth, of my own making. OUTRO: As the echoes fade, and the silence takes its hold, I stand in the aftermath, of the words I've spoken bold. In the mirror, I see not just a face, but a soul that's grown, A testament to the journey, of the self I've known.