I'm so sick of being under your command
I'm my own human being self-made landlord in this flat
that I don't own but I call my home
nevertheless just because it's always been that way
doesn't mean it has to stay leave your pity where you got it this is me
I'm ready now in this home that I call my own and I'm proud of it

uhhhhh it took me a while
to make you realise that I'm not what you think I am
I'm only just a mirror your mirror and I know it's bitter sweet
hmmmm is it any clearer now?

I'm so done spending my time with you all these negative thoughts yeah,
I, myself, have plenty of at home I call my own nevertheless
just because it's never changed doesn't mean it's any better
or is the meaning of life about standing still in this - home
I call my own and hell, I'm proud of that take me take me somewhere else
I'm ready now I can't stand this face in the mirror staring back yeah,
I think I'm ready now is it any clearer yet?