The man in the mirror—who could it be?
He is not the man who once looked back at me.
His hair is all turning and going away.
His beard is almost completely gray.
And his nose and face are all wrinkled and scarred.
Oh yes, his eyes—
Now there is a lot you can see in those eyes,
If you look real deep where all the hurt and pain hides.
There’s so much you could see, so much you could learn
But with each blink, he tries to hide
All he’s been through deeper inside.
So he just goes on living with the hurt and the pain,
Scared to let anyone in,
Scared they will destroy what little heart he has left.
This is the man in the mirror,
Looking back at myself.