The eyes in the mirror say the same, despite the history or scenery And I'm found in absence of confidence, keeps me glued to my chair Self-perception has me second-guessing Get up, get up, sneak a glance Over the rim of my glass Just get up I was never once born Diving in reverse Sometimes I find myself Wishing that I had Wishing for an alternate ending Does he see himself as we do? Does she know? She's the object of envy In the room Do they simply see themselves as they always were? Like you or me Hesitant to shut down And wanting something more Always wanting something more I was never once born Diving in reverse Sometimes I find myself Wishing that I had Wishing for an alternate ending *
