The Man In the Mirror

I looked deep into the mirror just the other day But I didn’t really like what the crystal had to say He looked right back at me in a reflective sort of way So I didn’t wait around to long Over my shoulder, I watched him walk away For a while I thought of stopping, just to chase him on his way But I know that he’d still be waiting there, every single day So I’ll wave him adieu in the morning They say that he’s my double, though I can’t see it for sure He looks sort of menacing, and his expression is quite dour I know he looks like someone, it could be Kenneth More I hope he’s in a better mood today Of all the times I’ve seen him, he’s looked quite pale and drawn I wonder if he’s bored in there, or if he has already gone I’ll wait all night just out of sight and see if he’s there at dawn I know for sure that I’ll be there, and this time with a gun. I know he copies every move and gesture that I make So outwitting him will not be hard, now that’s a bet I’d take I’ll pretend to blow my head off he’ll copy me for sure except my gun is empty but for him there’d be no cure or perhaps I’ll put one bullet in and spin the chamber round behind my back where he can’t see, my tactics are quite sound just one smart move, my genius ploy, can put him in the ground and as the smoke clears I will see, who’s still standing him or me.