[Rap Trap soul harmonies] [Verse 1] Steam on the glass, can’t blur what I see Still got bags under dreams that don’t sleep Lines on my face from the weight of the week Tryna pray, but my silence still speaks To the man I became while I ran from the pain Now I’m standin’ in shame where the soap used to drain I wiped off the fog just to find the remains Of a boy with a name that the world never claimed ⸻ [Hook] Sunday morning mirrors don’t show mercy Every scar, every lie, lookin’ right through me A face I know, but barely recognize I see the truth when I’m lookin’ in my eyes ⸻ [Chorus] Tell me who I am when the world ain’t watchin’ No filters, no likes, just a soul that’s talkin’ Regret in my breath, pain in my posture Tryna fix what I broke in the name of progress Sunday slow, but the guilt move faster I smile less now, but I heal a little after Every truth I face in that cold reflection Feels like confession, feels like redemption ⸻ [Verse 2] Water hittin’ skin, but it don’t wash sins I replay my wrongs like reruns again That girl I let go, the boy I ain’t raised The nights I was numb, just starin’ at space I carry those ghosts in the fog of the glass They whisper mistakes from a version that passed But I’m still here, breathin’ in the steam Tryna find peace in a cracked routine I trace my reflection like it might respond Lookin’ for the man I could lean upon Still healing, still hurtin’, still holdin’ on Still writin’ my story in the quiet of dawn ⸻ [Hook] Sunday morning mirrors don’t show mercy Every scar, every lie, lookin’ right through me A face I know, but barely recognize I see the truth when I’m lookin’ in my eyes ⸻ [Bridge] I ain’t who I was, but I ain’t who I’ll be Growth in the grief, in the slow recovery It’s a war in the mirror, but I still stand tall Even cracked reflections don’t mean you fall ⸻ [Spoken word Outro – Prayer] Lord… I know You’ve seen me at my worst, and somehow You still wake me up. I don’t got all the answers, but I’m tryin’… and I’m tired. I’ve hurt people, I’ve hurt myself, and I’m still carryin’ things I never meant to hold this long. But if You’re still listenin’… if there’s still grace left for someone like me— teach me how to forgive myself. Not just for what I did, but for the moments I wasn’t strong enough to do better. Help me rebuild what’s broken. Help me love the man I see. Amen.

Sunday Morning Mirrors