[Storyteller.]

When you look in the mirror,
wish you were somebody else,
just a perfect reflection,
you and no one else.
Minutes run into hours,
hours run into days.
You're still waiting for someone
who never ever came...

Go and run through the hallways,
and find your way to the door.
You will end up like always,
back where you were before.
Can you look in the mirror,
wish you were somebody else?
But it's still your reflection,
you and no one else.
You were always saying something
you swear you'd never say again.
You were always saying something
you swear you'd never say again...