Is that person in the mirror looking back at you
But you can’t see it ‘cause you’re stuck on what you've been through
You got that white knuckle, red faced
Kung fu grip on all your chains
You were made for something more
You think that you deserve a life of just getting by
Stop taking flowers to the grave of the old you that died
If God can take your sin and free ya
Then why are you holding on
You were made for something more
You were made for something more