The image I saw reversed on the wall Spoke to me Reflected my hopes and told horiscopes Of things to be I promised myself Id be someone else Long before now The mirror of youth distorted the truth Weighed me down
Everything I thought I had to be Was a childish charade Just a myth that I made To look outside myself Everything I thought I had to be Was a thousand-foot wall Since nobody at all Is everything I thought that I had to be
I dabbled in schemes and astronaut dreams At age twelve We all need to see a hero-to-be In ourselves An unfounded pride will stumble and slide Into guilt A sense of defeat The ghost of deceit Haunts me still.