I see nobody by my side,
a certain urge of plunge ignited beside…
But with my soul left all alone,
I find no one correcting me when 'm wrong…

It's human to err and to learn,
through one's rise and his fall…
But eventually I see myself staring,
entirely broken in the mirror on the wall…

And hear the voices that echo deep,
through inhuman brute yield that creep…
The loathly sound persistent every night and day,
with gruesome hate THE MAN IN THE MIRROR say…

"look at me, when 'm talking to you,
perhaps I see you're looking through…
That gleam in your eyes that has now fade,
not enough to make yourself persuade…"

I find myself see blood in his eyes,
and the unending solitude in the skies…
I see the pain healing when I pray,
now & then when I crave for redemption each day…

The cruel intentions, when I see 'm not satisfied,
the chores, the day dreaming which has now died…
All of the measures, desperately off the scales,
making me believe that I see myself, and nobody else…

I see the guilt beneath the shame,
standing still, with eyes laden on the mirror pane…
Sears of grief stricken life that remains,
and the truth in my lies seem so insane…