Mirror, Mirror


Mirror, mirror shed some light

I need to see the foe I fight

I need to see what's wrong with me

I will fight to prove I'm free


I'm not the man I used to be

Tell me why can they not see

I try as hard as I can

But this is not a perfect plan


I want to show them all

This is not the final fall

I am naught but a man

I'll show them all, and so I stand.


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