Who is that in the mirror?
Looking back, I don't know her
But she reminds me of someone I knew
Someone real, with imperfections
I can't deal no direction
Lost the map, where it was leading me to


But maybe I was standing there all along



What have I done? Is it too late?
Trying to be someone I'm not, now I'm someone I hate
For a moment in the spotlight, then it's gone
What have I done? What price have I paid?
It ain't worth it no more, it's material made
I just want to be right back where I belong
What have I done?
What have I done?