Lyrics Imposter Syndrome - Swansonge

Two pairs of eyes meet on the thin line that separates me as who I am
From me as what I see
Sometimes there's no difference
The glass, a tool for alignment, but never a bridge
Fingertips reach in perfect unison, but never meet
Always stopped at the last second
My reflection plays the part of the snake in the tree
It tries to pull my mind astray, creating a false perception of myself
Whether or not I believe it, is up to me

Each day, I repeat the same dance
Walk across the same carpets
Open and close the same doors
I wonder if this is all that there it, and all I will become
I stare past the reflection in my phone, and into the reflection of others
They always seem to put their best foot forward
Providing my reflection with the ammo to shoot me down
But I have to wonder
When they lock eyes with their mirrors, do they face the same struggles as me?
I take comfort in the fact that I might not be alone in this fight
Our reflections do a great job of showing us our flaws
But we are much more than that
No matter who, no matter what, no matter where
We all have something to offer
The man in the mirror may tell me that I'm an imposter
But it's my choice to believe it