This night, my thoughts, they do so dredge;
And my feet, they stand, at the edge.
Memories come of actions past;
Righteousness leaves me, oh so fast.
Those woods-- they're lovely, dark, and deep.
They tremble, my hands, they clutch and shake;
My mind, my will-- both ready to break.
So many things I've once done and said;
Too many promises now lie dead.
Those woods-- they're lovely, dark, and deep.
Regret I know, so close to me;
Out of its grasp, I yearn to be.
My life before me, laid out so bare;
My mirror vision at me does glare.
Those woods-- they're lovely, dark, and deep.
Father forgive me, for I have sinned;
The guilt, upon me, is rightly pinned.
This mortal coil, so hard to hold;
Sometimes this life, it seems so old.
Those woods-- they're lovely, dark, and deep.
But mourning, I do know, my end would bring;
No voices in heaven, for me, would sing.
Grief and pain would I leave behind;
No solace in death will I find.
Manipulative people you do hate,
And hypocrisy you wish would abate;
Yet machinations you conspire each day,
And often as not, lies are what you say.
And I wonder if I look in the mirror, who will I see?
Individualism you claim,
And despise that which is the same;
But so like the others you look and seem,
And you can't quite rage against the machine.
And I wonder if I look in the mirror, who will I see?
Your father's son or your own man,
Have to decide which while you still can;
Indecision you do despise,
But which choice will spell your demise?
And I wonder if I look in the mirror, who will I see?
Crises of personality you face,
And in your life, there's no bigger a race;
No decisions 'bout fortune or fame,
For you, it's just a matter of name.
And I wonder if I look in the mirror, who will I see?
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