I looked into the mirror on the wall,
And I saw what most people see,
Their reflections staring back at them,
As mine, it does to me.
It showed my hair, my face, my nose,
My cold and desolate eyes;
Not the numbness of the surrounding cold,
Nor the direction of my lies.
As I look into the mirror, And I try to find my name,
It doesn’t say it; it doesn’t tell me, A mind that’s gone insane.
“You can’t see yourself,” the mirror says,
“Only your own illusion.”
Even as I stare hard at the looking glass, There was not one intrusion.
“Don’t lie to me,” I yell
“I know that this is who I am!”
A lost soul, a desperate heart,
Not a woman or a man. (hehe, disturbing…)
There’s a little liar on my wall;
It stares back at me as well,
And as I turn away,
it turns away,
And sends me back to hell.