Mirror

At times I walk the lonely road
of choice or not, I cannot know
trying to change my course for good
what's stopping me I cannot see

It's a twofold mirror
and I can't make it crack
stay and fight or run and hide
the vision just keeps coming back

Give me a reason, show me a key
even your image has somehow escaped me
It's shouldn't be so hard to fight for myself
and it doesn't seem right to cry out for some help

This part-time depiction is slightly a lie
a reflection of fear and a half-lost high
It's time for a change, the picture unclear
But the answer is really the worst thing to fear

It's a twofold mirror
and I can't make it crack
stay and fight or run and hide
the vision just keeps coming back

but now, again, I begin to face
the barrier preventing a change of pace
as the figure comes clear and I see
I find the image I'm looking at... is me.