Maybe one day

Maybe one day you'll get it.
One day youll see, when the roots so trong get pulled out of your chest so quick you cant catch you last breath. And those roots that seemed so strong seem to dwindle in the light, shriveling, shrinking, dissappearing in sight. Maybe one day you'll get it, the day your internal tempature rises, and your skin keeps swelling and swelling. Maybe one day you'll get it, and I mean completely understand, that these are not obstacles, mountains, or stands. Maybe one day you'll see why my voice rises, and chin crouches, why my throat seems to dry and my feelings seem to linger, maybe one day youll see that really that reflection you see, and the words being projected were a clear reflection of you - yea that's you in the mirror.