Mirror

The man in the mirror talks despite my lips 
He continues moving, though I just stand still 
Laughs at what I do and preaches what I should 
I r´╗┐each out hands to his neck, only punch the glass 

Take the mirror off the wall 
Lift it up, then drop it on my head 

Unite my two selves 
Drip blood on splintered glass 

Wish I felt the mirror bend and fit my shape 
Melt down, wrap my body, penetrate my lungs 
At last I meet my man and we become one 
Or shards will cut my throat and I will bleed to death