[Intro] [Verse 1] A reflection laughs, but the smileโ€™s not mine, Echoes of a voice that wonโ€™t align. Pockets full of stars Iโ€™ve yet to name, But the sky feels heavy, wrapped in someone elseโ€™s frame. [Pre-Chorus] Stitches on my seams, they itch and twist, A puzzle half-solved in morning mist. I paint the walls with shades untrue, Waiting for the day theyโ€™ll bloom like you. [Chorus] Oh, mirror, mirror, let me see, The butterfly trapped inside the tree. One day these bones will sing the tune, When the cocoon cracks and Iโ€™m not out of tune. [Verse 2] The clock ticks backwards, or so it seems, Dancing in a costume made of daydreams. A name like confetti stuck in my throat, But Iโ€™ll build a ladder from each misread note. [Pre-Chorus] Threads of my heart knot and fray, Yet Iโ€™ll weave them into wings someday. The worldโ€™s a stage, but Iโ€™ll rewrite the script, With every scar where the old me slipped. [Chorus] Oh, mirror, mirror, let me see, The butterfly trapped inside the tree. One day these bones will sing the tune, When the cocoon cracks and Iโ€™m not out of tune. [Bridge] A friend whispers, โ€œYour colors will rise, Like dawn breaking through the nightโ€™s disguise.โ€ They hand me a brush dipped in light, And suddenly the shadows donโ€™t bite. [Outro] The shell may creak, but it wonโ€™t erase, The bloom beneath this borrowed space. When the petals fall, Iโ€™ll finally stand, A mosaic of the soul Iโ€™ve always planned.

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