They say treat others how you like to be treated
So I guess for you it means you like to be defeated
Pushed down, not by fists but only with words
Down until you can barely speak the words
\"I\'m sorry\" \"Forgive me\" \"I can do better\"
Between tears and crippling fears that you will never
Be good enough, deserving enough and when you land
On the ground, I\'ll be around to lend a hand
And when you stand you\'ll see a little clearer
When you see the one that put you down
The man in the mirror