Through the mirror, there’s only half the truth Is it me or someone else, crying or smiling? Through the mirror, I can’t reach it All alone inside the blurred mirror Walls made of glass, they look right through Some see a duck, others see a swan Some say the script has been written Others critique like they’re experts Some say I’m a rare phenomenon Impossible to find in natural conditions Some just see me as a narcissistic fool In the film I write and act for myself Man, I don’t see myself when