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
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