I stare too long, the mirror start talkin’ back,
Like “You built this throne, but you crack in the cracks.”
Every crown got weight, every light got cost,
Every win taste sweet, every loss get glossed.
I been both the sinner and the sermon’s start,
The halo slip easy when you wear it this hard.
Got ghosts in my grin, demons in my charm,
Even my peace keep one hand on alarm.
They love the pain if the rhythm clean,
But who love me when I’m in between?
I talk tough, yeah, I spit that flame,
But I still flinch when I say my name.

Mirror talk, it don’t lie,
Show the cracks behind my eyes.
Every line I spit too sharp,
Cut my throat before my heart.
Yeah, I built this from my flaws,
Now I bleed between applause.
Mirror talk —
It knows who I really am.
It knows who I really am.

Look — I’m self-made, but I’m self-worn,
Made peace with the storm I was born for.
Ain’t no angel, ain’t no fiend,
Just a man with a mind that don’t stay clean.
Half the time, I’m my worst fan,
Other half, I don’t understand.
Why success feel like losin’ sleep,
And truth sound best when it cut too deep.
They cheer the climb but not the bruise,
They love my light but not the fuse.
So I talk to the glass when the crowd fade out,
Like, “You still the same — just louder now.”

Mirror talk, it don’t lie,
Show the cracks behind my eyes.
Every line I spit too sharp,
Cut my throat before my heart.
Yeah, I built this from my flaws,
Now I bleed between applause.
Mirror talk knows who I really am.

Every verse I write’s a scar I trace,
Every win I get’s a loss I face.
I chase grace with a fifth of pride,
Talk big, but the hurt don’t hide.
These bars my bandage, flow my vice,
My mind my stage, my fear my mic.
You can’t fake depth when the soul still leaks,
Every rhyme I drop’s the blood I speak.

Yeah, I talk to myself ‘cause I trust me least,
Therapy cheap when the pen release.
The man in the glass still keepin’ score,
Still askin’ “what the fuck you fightin’ for?”
It’s me versus me — the long war’s mine,
Every round just redefine.
If truth a drug, I’m halfway gone,
Still high on the hurt I write on songs.

Mirror talk, it don’t lie,
Show the cracks behind my eyes.
Every line I spit too sharp,
Cut my throat before my heart.
Yeah, I built this from my flaws,
Now I bleed between applause.
Mirror talk knows who I really am.
It knows who I really am.