The Mirror

As I take, a look inside my fate, what is underneath my name?
Am I holding back, a part of what is me?
Will I make, the most of how I'm made, am I just another face?
Will I live up to the person underneath?
And I hope, that I know, where I stand?
When it's time to face the mirror in my hand
Will I know, where I stand?
When it's time to face the mirror in my hand...
Will I ever understand?
Will I change, from what was yesterday, or will I try in vain?
Will I understand the lesson that's portrayed?
Can I say, that it all has been unchained?
Will I take this to my grave?
Will I live with no regrets through this charade?
And I hope, that I know, where I stand?
When it's time to face the mirror in my hand
Will I know, where I stand?
When it's time to face the mirror in my hand...
It's in my hand...
Are you holding back, when you stare like that?
Answer when you're asked. Are you just a mask?
Do you hold me back, is there more than that?
Underneath the mask, is there strength untapped?
Don't hold me back...No
And I hope, that I know, where I stand?
When it's time to face the mirror in my hand
Will I know, where I stand?
When it's time to face the mirror
Are you holding back, when you stare like that?
Answer when you're asked. Are you just a mask?
Do you hold me back, is there more than that?
Underneath the mask, is there strength untapped?
Don't, don't hold me, no, don't hold me back...