Paper Bag Rock

I'm staring at the mirror but the face isn't mine,

Just a paper bag smile trying to say that I'm fine.

They want a little theater,

they want a little show,

But there's a quiet war inside that they will never know.

The world is full of figures dressed in tailored suits and ties,

A brilliant, heavy grin hiding all the compromise.

They catch you by surprise while you're walking in the dark,

Trying to steal your spirit,

trying to leave a heavy mark. (ahhhh)

But I am shifting gears,

yeah, I'm changing up the pace,

Stepping out the darkness,

looking forward to the race!

No longer playing victim to the stories in my head,

I'm writing down a brand new verse and living it instead!

You can hide behind a phantom,

you can wear a heavy crown,

But reality will find you when the curtains settle down.

But I am shifting gears,

yeah, I'm changing up the pace,

Stepping out the darkness,

looking forward to the race!

No longer playing victim to the stories in my head,

I'm writing down a brand new verse and living it instead!

So pull away the fabric,

let the honest truth ignite,

Because a genuine reflection

is a beautiful sight.