Who is this man in the mirror? Myself, but not myself. Who is this man in the Mirror? It’s me… but it’s not me now… There’s something beautiful about how my reflection is my past, It’s me from a moment ago, I can’t change him, and I don’t want to. If I could talk to him I would thank him for everything, The choices that he made Are what make me who I am. I wouldn’t change a thing. No,I wouldn’t change me. I wouldn’t change a thing. Who is this man in the mirror? He made me who I am today. Who is this man in the Mirror? His actions, his choices are all a part of me. If he could talk to me He might tell me why he’s thinking He might share a deep thought that I’ve forgotten An idea that’s been lost to me found again. But he can’t talk to me He’s just my reflection Just a version of me From a moment ago Who is this man in the mirror? Myself, but not myself. Who is this man in the Mirror? It’s me… but it’s not me now… As I wave farewell Knowing he is forever gone I remember that one day soon I will be The man in the mirror The man in the mirror The man in the mirror (mirror) (mirror)
