Mirror Song

My name is here, I wrote it on the wall
I was just a kid about eight years old
No subterfuge, no pseudonyms, I thought that this would be the end
Of all of that, but I, never told
I claim authorship of my works by scratching my name in a bathroom stall
Heart plus someone I knew a long time ago
They became a person I don't know

I need people to listen, to me
If a tree falls in the forest will I die
I just scream in this microphone at midnight
One of these days I'll finally get it right
My audience, will finally arrive
But I been trying
I been trying
(And it never makes a difference anyway, when I'm alone)
(Tired of living underwater, tryna find some way to stay alive)
(And it seems like the sun is getting hotter, I'll stay, I'll stay inside)

But I looked into the mirror and I saw my name
Etched into the dirty glass, it was just the same
As the words I carved into my lonely heart
I muttered to myself I fucking hate this part
I took a step back out of the changing room
I looked around the store and its fluorescent gloom
Everyone will know exactly who I am
My identity emblazoned on my diaphragm

I looked outside, I saw the sun
It felt like my life had just begun
I looked outside, I saw the sun
It felt like my life had just begun