Verse 1
You say it’s nice, you say it sweet,
You give a compliment — so neat,
But then you pause, and here it comes again,
That tiny word… “but” — my old fake friend.
Pre-Chorus
You dress your truth in velvet tones,
But the echo cuts right through my bones,
You smile, but I can hear the sting,
Oh, tell me what you really mean.
Chorus
Is it really kind, or just your game?
A sugarcoated way to blame,
You talk so soft, but the meaning’s rough,
Your “but” always tells me — I’m not enough.
Verse 2
Every word you throw around,
Comes right back — the mirror sound,
You think you judge, you think you see,
But all you speak reflects on thee.
Bridge (the “complaining” part)
I’m tired of smiling through your tone,
Of fixing things I’ve never done wrong,
I’m tired of being your broken glass,
While you pretend it’s all just class.
Can’t you see? Your words reveal,
It’s not me — it’s your own ordeal.
Final Chorus
So is it really kind, or just disguise?
A truth you hide behind pretty lies?
Look again — your world, your reel,
Every word you throw — becomes your mirror,
Your mirror is what’s real.
Outro
So next time you speak, take care what you say,
You’re talking to yourself — anyway.