I remember staring into the mirror,
as a little boy,
and seeing my reflection.

Time has gone by,
and I have grown older,
but I still see this little boy,
every time I look in the mirror.

I’ve been trying to find myself,
whilst staring into this mirror,
wiping the fog from the glass,
but nothing seems clearer.

I still don’t know who I am,
or who I’m meant to be,
what am I supposed to do,
and what do you want from me?

Just please God speak for once,
or God give me a sign,
because I just sit by this mirror,
and cry every single time.

I’m in the middle of these crossroads,
but all routes lead to a dead end,
I’m going to stare into this mirror,
Till I find myself again.