Little Voice Tells Me (ft. CSL) ...

The mirror jumps out at me to switch places,

Even my own self identity is still hated,

It wants to throw me in the alternate world of glass,

That reality is where everything is burned to ash;

The little voice in my head tells me that it's my end,

The bloods that spills from the cuts on my wrist aint red,

Want to see the light but God keeps flipping the switch off,

Told me that my work isn't done till I get the big bulb;

In my head;

 

Mirror on the wall

Here we are again

Through my rise and fall

You've been my only friend;

You told me that they can

Understand the man I am

So, why are we here

Talking to each other again?

 

Looking into the mirror, hopin that, the brok-en glass, won't come nearer.

I fear the, self reflection, help I'm heading, to the year of

my younger days about to tear up, dad in the past , was madder then mad. pure a-

busive, I leer what, he did to a fine obsession, seeking to find a lesson, hopefully God can hear the

cries of a lost solider, and not have it glossed over, and walked over.

and talked over, and squawked over, or masked up like oct-ober.

Last month I was sober, this month I relapsed, after kissing my own ass, with a dose of

Marijuana, Tell my momma , that I'm closer.

To being the man, you think I am, a criminal.

who stands, with the devil and doesn't plan, on escaping because his life has limitable

things to become besides the shell of my father,

So why in the hell bother

try to swat a

family curse

they banned me to search

for my manly worth

but damn it hurts

So I guess it's

 

Mirror on the wall

Here we are again

Through my rise and fall

You've been my only friend;

You told me that they can

Understand the man I am

So, why are we here

Talking to each other again?

 

I stare back at this reflection, the man in the mirror looks exhausted

Almost lost it, I wonder about the pride, and think what the cost is

You look broken, can’t read between the lines, eyes look haunted

So daunting, your expressions paint the picture of vices wanted

Don’t tell me you’re fine, the truth is painted heavy on those eyes

You’re carrying some lies, I know the devil took us both by surprise

You want a different life, so you look to me to make you feel alright

But that’s silly right, you feel like something’s been killed inside

I won’t hold your hand again, it’s time for you to become a man

You turned your back on religion it’s time for you to seek god again

Don’t tell me I don’t what you been through, you forgot I used to be you

Oh you’re broken? Can’t escape the lost feeling, well me too

I’m trapped behind this glass, no fractures can help me slip through the cracks

And even when time pass, I regret how I’ll never get it back

All we do is stare back at each other hoping for a change this shits depressing

And just know the reason I feel your pain is cause I’m your own reflection;

 

Mirror on the wall

Here we are again

Through my rise and fall

You've been my only friend;

You told me that they can

Understand the man I am

So, why are we here

Talking to each other again?