And this is what strong looks like,

This is what faith looks like

I don't know what you think you see, when you see my life

You got me all wrong, must be so confused...

This aint me, this is your reflection in the mirror.

Rub it off with my sleeve, maybe then I'll see a little clearer.

The bad in me, is not me at all.

And when I clean up my view I see that it's you behind it all.