I'm looking at the man in the mirror, I see him!, through self reflection I don't think I'll ever need him, to take a step outside and see the world as it is, my thoughts change like the seasons, they never knew me anyday it is, so I depend on you to get me through, this is for you, I know you like it how I tell it, I'm psychic though I'm biting off what you said really makes me tick, this paranoia sticks, now I look at you different, I can't identify your ego, I see that there is no more me within you, it's just me and you and I hate it, can you relate?, or was it just a question I must answer myself- albeit, I noticed that your making sacrifices, my guess as an outsider- it's a mid-life crisis, you're at the place you need to be and I don't wish to ruin it, I can't believe I'm doing it but now I get to rest and pad my stats, taking risks in uncharted territory- this is just my new beginning even when I'm losing still I feel I'm winning, though I drink alone and I can't believe I crashed nearly, never knowing it could last more than a day- and the withdrawals go many days, and I'm crawling back, still hugging on the high, anxious!, for a reply from rehab, hoping that I'm accepted by you- everything we've been through, but still I'm looking at a mirror through my eyes, that's broken, left only feeling I could fix it, for coping.