And you feel the light from backlit screens
And you feel that you might know what it means
Staring down a picture of who you are
You're a mirror cycling through the near and far
It's not right
Something's off, my heart is telling me
And you know discontent and disrepair
Letting go of what is and isn't fair
There's a question gone unanswered: "What is the final fix?"
Working backwards searching for the thing you missed
It's not right
Something's off, my heart is telling me