Slices of Self

(ooh, mm)

Layers shedding on the floor

I don't look back at that door anymore Felt the shift inside

my chest

Finally putting all the ghosts to rest Took some time to align

Now the image matches up with the design (yeah)

This is the shape I was meant to hold

My own story, beautifully retold

No more hiding

in the frame

I call my own name

Mirrors used to play a game

Showing pictures that I couldn't even claim

Now I smile at what I see

Perfect grace in who I chose to be

This is the shape I was meant to

hold

My own story, beautifully retold

No more hiding

in the frame I

call my own name (my

own name,

yeah) I

call my own name...

(ooh, yeah) Just who I am