The reflection of my shadow

I look into my mirror, Before I start the day. The single thing I see though, Is the reflection of my shadow.

My shadow is holding roses, My shadow is sweetly kissing. Why don't I do, The things my shadow does?

I look into a puddle, Just before the afternoon. There I see her, my shadow. So why don't I see me?

My shadow is holding hands, My shadow is sweetly singing. Why don't I do, The things my shadow does?

I look into the lake, Before the red sun sets. And then I realize, I am the shadow, not the girl.