Who is it that stares at me from the mirror
Who idly stares back, merely to please
He shows no sign of life life in his cold eyes
What can he do but gaze back at me
I can't help but feel sorry for his troubled mind
Nothing to ease, what can be undone?
From his smile, he doesn't look any better
I can't help him bring back something, once gone
Your worries wear you troubled face
Imitating a fool of delight
The seams slowly seem to pull away
Revealing a broken scattered light
If only i could read your every thoughts
I would know what to do for you
But as fate would have it, I am not
I can only Watch through this mirror at you
