Gone

Ever look into the mirror and look at who is there,

They can't hear you, they can can't feel, a facade they must be.

A mask for the man in black who staires

 

Back from the mirror, he looks at you with a leer,

Nothing but the misery of who he once had been.

If only he could of seen this like an old majestic seer,

 

He could of avoided all that created this man of tin.

Look into this mirror, look at who you see.

This is now you, now gone, forever in the wind.