The image I saw reversed on the wall
Spoke to me
Reflected my hopes and told horiscopes
Of things to be
I promised myself I'd 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.