The mirror stood relentless
reflecting truth and honesty
a scorecard of my soul
Do I see a true depiction
do I see lie
The reciprocated image
must be a trick of light
I think this mirror's getting old
for I know it cannot be
the old man staring back through it
surely can't be me
I've worn the darn thing out
I've looked at it too much
I'll have to get a new one
before this worn out one defies me
with its brutal honest lies
Before it gets too late
I'll change my evil ways
and hope that my new mirror
reflects my glory days
But deep down I know, that I can't hide
from the wavelengths bouncing back
So I think I'll keep the old one
And get my life on track.