I live in a world of
Funhouse mirror people
And every step I take
Every word I say
Is echoed back to me
Distorted, but just close enough
That I can believe that
That is what I look like
That is how I act
That is who I am
And these mirror people 
Convince me that I'm doing
Everything wrong
As if they have the right
It has taken me a long time
But now I realize
That I am not who
They make me out to be
Because I am who I decide
I am
And a funhouse mirror
Cannot show me my soul