I look in the mirror and who do I see?
Another man who can't be me.
I've grown older, and fatter,
And not a bit wiser.
But who is the man that I see?

It hurts to look him in the eye
But my eyes are all that I recognize.
And when I look deep into my eyes
The pupils begin dripping into my Iris
My doctor just told me to look away.

I learned to wiggle my ears
And I learned to lift one eyebrow
Just by talking to the mirror
But at night when I sleep
I dream I wake up,
And look in the mirror
The dream feels totally real.
I turn into a wolf, growing fangs
And growing hair.

CoreyWhite@gmail.com kirjoitti:

T.K.H. wrote:

Yeah, therapists will tell you a lot of crap like this to keep you
coming back with your wallet.

Erwin Hessle, 8=3

Erwin Hessle wrote:

It really is like there is someone else in the mirror. I've been
looking at him today, and he keeps doing things I have no control over,
but he gets me doing them too. Silly things, and he almost has a kind
of body language that makes me feel like I can communicate with him.
Sometimes he even starts to say or think things, and I'll start
thinking them too.

On 15 Jul 2006 13:18:59 -0700, "CoreyWhite@gmail.com"
gmail.com> wrote: