I'm sitting in the room full of mirrors,
Trying to find the real you;
You're everywhere I turn,
But the illusions aren't true.

There's only one of you,
And this I know;
Every magnified imagine of you
Has me spinning, to and 'fro.

I'm in a house of mirrors
Just trying to sort this out;
I'm trying to identify which is the real you
So that I don't live with any doubt

Of who you really are,
And what you believe in, what you stand for-
The 100 extra images of you
Leave me wanting to find not you, but the door.

The house of mirror never led me
To finding the real you;
I eventually just saw my own reflection,
And from there on I knew-

I projected all of my problems
Onto your reflection rather than my own;
I'm always flawed to my core,
So around the house of mirrors, I'll roam,

Consistently surrounded by
Me, myself and I;
I've come to find
She's the only one who stays by my side.

I thought maybe for once
That the problem wasn't me,
Though I was proved wrong
Because it'll refer back to what I see

When I'm in a house of mirrors,
Trying to find your demise
And I only see myself in the end-
This came as no surprise.

The house of mirrors
Became my home,
And there's always a chance to see myself,
Though I'd rather just be left alone.