Just One Of Those Things

It's just one of those things
When you wish the story had played out another way

Born inside a mirror
I didn't like what I saw
The world just floating by
So separated from me

I see you standing there
Your arms crossed, defiant stare
Mimicking my own evil
But I'm just my own illusion

I look straight out and we meet each other's eyes
Personification, clarification
Of what I hide deep inside

It's just one of those things

What's real? What's my own delusion?
There's no escape from what I've always known
It' just one of those things
Wishing my story had played out another way