I walk the path of the ordinary;
And everyday I feel the blues
And you are ever so true
But all I see is a glazed mirror
With my reflection so white and weary.
I walk the path of the untrodden soil;
And everyday I woke in red
And you are ever so very sad
But all I see is an open mirror
And what I see just gazed back in horror.
I walk the path of the non-existent;
And everyday I see you
And you are never really there
And still I see a broken mirror
Searching for you everywhere.