It's like walking outside a door to find a window
Like walking in the sun and not seeing my shadow.
I can't seem to see the real me,
Not sure of who I should be.
When will we own ourselves completely?
Rid ourselves of our imperfections
The answers to that, of course, is never
Our imperfections will be around forever.
I keep forgetting that it is ok for me to make mistakes,
and hey, not knowing who I am is better that being fake.
Maybe it's not about looking at ourselves and hoping to be cured,
but maybe it's more of enjoying our flaws and through hard times, knowing we've endured.
Accept yourself, dont live life in fright
Tonight is not the last time I'll see the light.
