I see a shadow in the mirror that I barely recognise
But a stranger in my room? No, I think not
But then, could I be mistaken? I’m not sure if I’d know
So, I carefully take aim and fire a shot
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There’s a scream to be heard but is it him or is it me?
Is he wounded, lying bleeding on the floor?
Does my heart possess a scar or open wound to see?
Or has he crept very quietly out the door?
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But, it’s late now; nearly black and the night is pulling in
Can you see him? Is he hiding out the back?
I am cautious, naturally; almost scared to take a look
Is he sane; a simple fool; a maniac?
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There’s a monster in my mirror, and he’s staring back at me
Leave politely, shut the door and go away!
He won’t listen to my pleading, and he doesn’t hear me cry
Now it’s dark, and he’s bedded down to stay.
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