BATHROOM MIRROR

Sometimes the loudest place is the silence after the Show. Just me, the mirror, and the truth. Yeah, the club is empty, the bass is just A memory. Makeup stains on the collar of my White tee. The cheers are fading, the faces start To blur, and it's just me and the man I thought I were. I wash my hands, I splash my face, Try to wash away the persona I embrace. But he's still there staring back at me, Asking questions I ain't ready to believe. Is this who I am or who I became? Are they screaming for the man or just screaming My name? I built this castle but I'm locked Inside, and the only one who knows it is The man behind my eyes. Who's that staring back at me in the bathroom Mirror? Is he happy, is he lost, or is he Just a good pretender? When the music dies and the makeup runs, Am I still somebody's son? Tell me, bathroom mirror, am I already gone, Or is there something left to hold on, on, On, on, on? Or is there something left to hold on, on, On? Or is there something left to hold on? I'm, I'm thirty-one, I should have answers by now. But some days I still don't know how to Slow down. I got millions of followers, But who follows through? When the lights go dark, who's checking on you? I text my mom I'm fine, but she knows I'm not. She hears the cracks behind the "Thanks, I'm at the top." Maybe fame is just a beautiful disguise for a Kid who's still afraid of goodbyes. This who I am or who I became? Are they screaming for the man or just screaming My name? I built this castle but I'm locked Inside, and the only one who knows it is The man behind my eyes. Who's that staring back at me in the bathroom Mirror? Is he happy, is he lost, or is he Just a good pretender? When the music dies and the makeup runs, Am I still somebody's son? Tell me, bathroom mirror, am I already gone, Or is there something left to hold on, on, On, on, on, On? Or is there something left to hold on, On, on? Or is there something left to hold on? Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the realest of Them all? I've worn so many faces, I forgot my own. I've called so many places, but none feel like Home. But tonight, right here with the water running Cold, I'm gonna face the truth before I get Too old. I'm still here. Who's that staring back at me in the bathroom Mirror? He's a fighter, he's a lover, he's a Dreamer. And a sinner. When the music dies and the makeup runs, He's still his mother's son. Thank you, bathroom mirror. I'm not gone. I still got something to hold On, on, on, on. Ba-ba-ba-ba-bathroom mirror. On, on, on. Ba-ba-ba-ba-bathroom mirror. I see you now. Let's go home.