My! the beauty bestowed on one alone to bear,
I’m talking about the finesse with which you look at me
Looking in your eyes, I see the most precious things in life
Starring at you, I see the sorrows and fears buried deep inside
I can tell all that no one else can even dream of,
I understand the things that you dare not say,
I can see it all, because I’m looking at the Mirror on the wall.
You say you’re an open book, but I can see the hidden lines.
You say you’re afraid of naught, but I can see the phobia that pries.
You say you’d rather give it all up, but I say you don’t mean that at all.
You say you’ve had enough, but I know you’ve not even started.
You think you could use a break, I say you could use some push.
You say it is over, but I know it’s just the beginning.
I know it all, because I’m looking at the Mirror on the wall.
I smell past your cologne to the fumes of man stink beneath,
I see past the make up to the scars of evil in your eyes,
Even beyond that coy smile, I see the vile smirk you strike
I hear the sinister whispers you speak to the dark of night
I touch that part of you no one even knows exists
I feel the sensations and emotions buried deep within
I know, I feel, I see, I hear because I’m looking at the Mirror on the wall.