A twisted tale of truth he hid, as lying’s what he always did
Fleeing from the fear his bedroom mirror might make
He never judged the things he’d do, but if the same was done by you
His fingers would be first to point out every mistake
No thought for who he really was, and just like this world always does
The lies were the one thing that did him in
He had a picture in his head, and no one ever really said
That he should maybe stop and look within
So the tales grew bigger, and, supporting his false life’s grandstand
It wasn’t long until he wished he’d quit
For someone came along, you see, and though he tried to disagree
They ripped his mask and forced him to admit
They made him face the truth, at last, and when the time had come to pass
He realized just how awful he had been
And that’s how this old story goes, its theme, the world already knows
That people looking out will not look in
