I see two faces in the mirror,
every time Im alone.
they argue and bicker and go to war,
screaming behind my eyes.

The first face is a good man,
but a little dull.
no real talents, not all that bright,
but when he smiles he means it.

The second is violent, ambitious and brilliant, a light in his eyes.
Hes chasing the top of the world,
but his heart is cold and still.

I see two faces in the mirror,
whenever Im alone,
and more and more I realize,
neither one is me.