I Believe That Internet Friends Are Real
You hold a mirror to my soul
My reflection will not fix you
You cannot lay me 'cross your wounds
And find the peace you seek
Where I am is where I've been
I'm wrapped in pain and joy
You cannot wear my history here
Your fabric is your own
The brightest color, the darkest hue
Show us who we are
You see your cloak as rags and tatters
I see a glowing star
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You believe what you've been told
Covering up your heart and spirit
With lies from darkened souls
Accepting the game as it's being played
You add more desperate untruths
"Not good enough" your mantra now
You wear it like it's you
Peel away the filth of words and deeds
Rise up from crushing blows
It's you who stands there, shining still
It's you we came to know
Hold that mirror and gaze at you
Wondrous in your glowing
The cure .. the "fix" ... is you, you know
And knowing what you're knowing