Gemstone under pressure

Intro
Knock knock — it’s the mirror again…
Yeah, he’s got jokes…

Verse 1 — Monster speaking
“Good morning, disappointment, didn’t think you’d miss the alarm
Still rocking that ‘sad chic, zero-charm’ charm
I’m the monster in the mirror, your full-time hater
Certified roast-master, life’s commentator
Those eyebags? Premium — ‘Didn’t Sleep Deluxe’
Confidence? Oops — someone dropped it in the flux

You tried positive vibes? Bro, that’s cute
But I’m the pop-up ad saying, ‘haha, reboot’
I live rent-free in your brain, joy sleeps on the floor
Self-esteem? Yeah, I kicked it out the door
You ask, ‘Am I okay?’ — buddy, let’s not pretend
You’re the trailer for a movie that never begins”

Hook
Monster in the mirror talkin’ trash all day
We laugh ‘cause it hurts — yeah, that’s our way
He says, “you’re a mess,” I say, “new? where?”
Dark humor therapy — jokes in despair
If happiness calls, we send it to spam
Mirror monster grins like, “yeah — that’s the plan”

Verse 2 —
“Look at your hair — woke up like ‘nope’
Your life got Wi-Fi? Signal says ‘no scope’
You’re the human version of ‘forgot my password’
Main character energy? Try background bird

I narrate your day like a budget sitcom
Every time you try? I yell ‘that’s wrong’
Your motivation left — didn’t even say bye
Your dreams are like milk — expired, goodbye
I’m the goblin in the glass with the roast on loop
I’m your mental group chat saying, ‘lol, oop’

You said ‘self-care’ once — yeah, how’d that go?
You ate snacks and stared at the ceiling, bro
I don’t need a mic — this mirror’s my stage
I do comedy specials called ‘emotional damage’”

Hook
Monster in the mirror talkin’ trash all day
We laugh ‘cause it hurts — yeah, that’s our way
He says, “you’re a mess,” I say, “true, fair”
We high-five sadness like, “leave it right there”
If happiness knocks, wrong house, wrong street
Mirror says, “sorry — no joy, have a seat”

Verse 3 — You clap back sarcastically
I’m like, “Cool, keep talking — you practiced that burn?”
“Got a PhD in petty? Congrats, you earn”
You say I’m broken? Bro, welcome to the club
We have jackets, snacks, existential grub
If I’m a disaster, you’re stuck with me too
So who’s really winning? Definitely not you

We’re two clowns trapped in reflective space
You roast my life — but you’ve got my face
So yeah, talk trash, do your villain monologue
I’ll be over here vibing with my emotional fog
I turn pain to jokes ‘cause it beats just crying
Comedy special: “We’re Not Even Trying”

Final Hook
Monster in the mirror, still talking, still loud
I bow to the bathroom like it’s my crowd
He says, “never okay,” I say, “okay, sure”
Then brush my teeth — depressed but mature
We joke, we roast, it’s messy, it’s clear
It’s me and my monster… same guy in the mirror

a cute 8-bit hook bouncy happy game glitchjumps. Hooky, singable top-line for a youthful vocal, with stacked “ba-ba” responses and a short, melodic synth solo after the second chorus. Overall: sugary,