Excuse the mess I didn't see you from behind. I caught a glimpse but the reflection's only mine. It's almost like I'm paralyzed and locked outside myself. What I don't need is to concede because I won't be someone else. I am not perfect and I don't claim to be. And if that's what you wanted. Well then I'm so sorry. How about a better version of the way that I am. How about a better version that makes me understand. How about a better version of the way that I am. The way I look The way I speak. How about a better version of me. Excuse the wall I put it up from time to time. A silver shade and the design is all mine. It's just a maze that everyday I seem to be stuck in. It never seems to fade away but I pray for the day it ends. I am not perfect and I don't claim to be. And if that's what you wanted. Well then I'm so sorry. CHORUS. Show me my vital signs until I'm realigned. CHORUS.