Looking at the mirror, and what do I see?
Is what's seen the same as is seen by thee?
A reflection I see, you see what is true,
Or is what you see, what I show to you?
Do I see myself as I really am --
The ravenous wolf, while you see the lamb?
I comb and primp and make me as you want,
The desire to be myself shall forever be a taunt.
Or do you see me as I really am --
The ravenous wolf, while I see the lamb?
I know what I want, and that's what I see,
The ideal of myself and not reality.
But the reflection in a mirror is reversed and not true,
The better one I see, is the one of me in you.
Or do you play my game and fix your face,
And only a shell of myself stands in your place?
Ravenous wolf, gentle lamb,
The question remains of who I am.