Sometimes all we are, are the things we do
You called me late to ask me that too
"Am I a good person?"
In the time it took me to respond, I was looking at the moon
"I look at you, and I see the things you are."
The silence was long yet I didn't stop
"You ask me those words when I was the one who heard."
"I look at you, and I see the things you've done."
You never spoke or spread the words I uttered
Because you knew that my lines were more worthy than the gospal
But even now, and to this day
The words I uttered haunt me
Because when I look in the mirror, all I see is your face
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