We all have a deep part,
Broken mirrors or tales of lust.
We all have vivid dreams,
And some aspirations laying in dust.
Some parts in rust.
Hidden in the cupboard.
So before you label or judge,
Look deep into the mirror
Who did you find inside,
Or where your inner demon resides.
Then you label or judge,
Put your own cards on the table.
Dare to look into my eyes and say,
What's that insulation you were about to say?
Or else let me be my own way.