Looking at the glass, Who do you see, Staring back at me? A pretty little thing, A strong tall thing. Powerful and weak, Young and old.
looking at the glass, What do you see, Staring back at me? A dark thing you try to ignore, A terrible thing trapped in the dark. The shadow creeping close, You quickly leave because you know.
Looking at the glass, The shadow in the mirror, staring back is me