[Verse 1]
I was shaken, head still soft,
trying to hold my world aloft.
They were crying, I was new,
staring back, just passing through.
Didn’t know the rules of sound,
didn’t know I’d just been found.
[Pre-Chorus]
Every move, a test of view,
to see if I’d become like you.
[Chorus]
You are not you,
you are the body you’re projected into.
You are not you,
I don't believe a single thing about you
[Verse 2]
She’d slap me when I mirrored her,
slap me when my thoughts occurred.
Hissed when I dared to speak,
a spell to keep the dreamer weak.
Stripes became my autograph,
pressed in flesh, recorded tracks.
[Pre-Chorus]
Camera lights, the take begins,
performance born from borrowed skin.
Every night before I sleep I remind myself....
[Chorus]
You are not you,
you are the body you’re projected into.
You are not you,
I don't believe a single thing about you

You are not you,
you are the body you’re projected into.
You are not you,
I don't believe a single thing about you

[Bridge]
Little me, little me,
just wanted to leave,
to eat fries, to breathe,
but the stage wouldn’t let me leave.
Money on the lot,
my silence bought,
but truth remembers every shot.
[Outro]
Now the mirror looks through,
the lens blinks too,
and I whisper the line they never knew:
[Chorus]
You are not you,
you are the body you’re projected into.
You are not you,
I don't believe a single thing about you
October 20, 2025 at 11:03 PM

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