The Truth In the Mirror

Standing in the bathroom in front of the sink, with my head down So much going on in my mind, my thoughts are spinning round and round Can I face myself in the mirror, only God knows I look up in the mirror and truth shows Vivid pictures splash on the mirror like a theater screen People pointing their fingers at me as they yell and scream My conscience won't let me escape from this bad dream Blood on my hands, sweat on my forehead, tears in my eyes Gun in the palm of my hand, body murdered on the ground, people telling lies I know that looks like me but it's someone in disguise Everything is going at a fast pace but my pain is catching up to me Here I am at my own funeral which is not where I want to be Did I commit suicide or is this mirror playing tricks in my head How is it that I can see my body in the coffin dead Many sad faces around please tell me this is not how my story ends I put my hands together and pray to God for my final sins Searching for answers but everywhere I turn I am caught in the mirror trying to break away But no matter what I do the glass won't shatter and my image continues to stay My life literally flashed before my eyes But I pray it's all just a lie Please don't place the blame on me and leave me six feet under the ground I run to my family and try to talk but they look right past me and can't hear a sound I been framed but now searching for the true killer I must seek The fog covers the mirror and I can no longer see my sneak peek