I look at the man in the mirror
and he looks back in disgrace
I can see the dissapointment
that turns upon his face
he make me feel ugly and different
lets me think I can never be right
but I did soon realise,
It's coming from my own critical sight
the man in the mirror is controlling
or is he my controlling side?
whatever, I don't like him
when he's around, I try to hide
for he weakens me and hurts me
if you'd know what he puts me through
you would turn to deep sadness
as he tells me I should do
I know he is just negative
and what he say can be a lie
but he's always there beside me
until the day I die