Once the light has turned my face

Into the look of a dying race

Explain what I'm supposed to be

But it's not me

Watching me from behind the glass

Through contempting eyes from the past

Cold, beneath my dignity

But it's not me

Rejecting that I am the one

Knowing that myself has gone

To the other side of the mirror

And getting bigger

What is left to my side

Perhaps my aim perhaps my bride

Smiling through the other side of the mirror

Still getting bigger

It's not me