Lyrics
Look into the mirror,
Reflecting on oneself by looking into the mirror.
Mouth the words 'you'll be alright',
Trying to reassure oneself with positive affirmations.
Hope that time will make things clearer,
Hoping that the passage of time will bring clarity to the situation.
But when you've said it for the hundredth time,
Expressing frustration at repeating the same hopeful words numerous times.
I'm sick of saying that I'll be alright.
Feeling tired of pretending that everything will be okay.
Afraid to break the mould that you have built yourself around,
Fearing to deviate from the established patterns and habits.
That's all you've ever known.
Describing a self-constructed comfort zone that defines one's identity.
The one that's shaped the man you are today,
Acknowledging the impact of past experiences on shaping one's current self.
The one that's left you feeling so alone.
Feeling isolated and lonely due to the chosen path in life.
Lying awake again,
Experiencing sleeplessness, possibly due to inner turmoil.
Overcome by a deep sense of sonder.
Feeling a profound sense of "sonder," the realization that others have complex lives too.
I'm not the only one who ponders if the life I've chosen was the one cut out for me,
Questioning the suitability of the chosen life path and wondering if others share similar thoughts.
Nothing's pre-determined, this is who I want to be.
Asserting that life is not predetermined, expressing a desire for self-determination.
So I want you to know,
Expressing a commitment to have tangible achievements or results.
That I'll have something to show.
Anticipating a sense of accomplishment or success.
Wake up before you realise there's nothing for you to live for.
Advising to wake up to reality before realizing there's a lack of purpose.
Look into the mirror,
Repeating the earlier reflection in the mirror, indicating a cyclical struggle.
Mouth the words 'you'll be alright',
Reiterating the attempt to reassure oneself through positive words.
Hoped that time would make things clearer,
Reflecting on the passage of time and its impact on clarity, possibly with a tinge of disappointment.
But when it's 6 months down the line,
Expressing continued frustration after a significant duration has passed.
And I'm sick of saying that I'll be alright.
Repeating the exhaustion of pretending that everything will be alright.
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