Mirror of Smoke

Verse 1

You speak with certainty, calm like a measured hand,

Every sentence framed to sound like I should understand.

You soften every edge so the pressure feels polite,

But I’m folding under questions you disguise as insight.

You never need to raise a voice to keep me in line,

Just suggest that I’m mistaken, say the timing’s not right.

Every moment reinterpreted to favor your side,

I’m apologizing daily just to keep us

Pre-Chorus

I keep adjusting the truth till it fits your design,

Calling it compromise while I’m losing my spine.

Chorus

You’re a mirror made of smoke — I reach out and it moves,

Every version of myself rearranged by you.

I don’t bleed where it shows, but I feel every bruise,

You convince me I’m broken while you’re rewriting proof.

Bridge

Verse 2 - Sing

I learned to speak in fragments, measure breaths between lines,

Every word filtered twice just to keep you benign.

You call it “keeping the peace,” but it feels like restraint,

Like I’m standing on fault lines, every step recalibrates.

You collect every favor, keep them filed and named,

Pull them out when I’m tired just to tilt the exchange.

You don’t need to be cruel when you’re flawlessly clean,

You let implication do the damage unseen.

Pre-Chorus - Intense

I keep shrinking my presence to stay out of the way,

Mistook self-erasure for loyalty and faith.

Chorus

You’re a mirror made of smoke — I reach out and it moves,

Every version of myself rearranged by you.

I don’t bleed where it shows, but I feel every bruise,

You convince me I’m broken while you’re rewriting proof.

I was holding my ground, but it shifted each time,

Every doubt that I had somehow came from my mind.

You don’t shatter the glass, you twist what I see,

Rewrite the reflection till it’s turning on me

Bridge (melodic tension into scream)

You don’t love who I am, you love leverage and shape,

You don’t hear what I’m saying, just the echo it makes

Every time I find footing, you move the terrain,

Call it misunderstanding, call it “keeping things sane.”

But distance gave clarity I couldn’t defend,

I remembered my voice when I stopped trying to bend.

Final Chorus (wider melody, sustained notes)

You’re a mirror made of smoke — I don’t stand in your frame,

I see clearly now without changing my name.

I don’t bleed where it shows, but I healed all the same,

When I stopped taking blame for the games that you played.

I was never unstable, never lost, never weak,

I was buried in doubt you convinced me to keep.

You don’t own who I am, you don’t define what is true,

I found my voice again the moment I stopped listening to you.