Man who looks like me

There's a man in the mirror,
he looks just like me..
But he seems a little broken now,
I wonder what he's just seen..
On his table is a worn out book,
inside there is a rose..
Beside the rose a photo,
of some girl he used to know..
His hands are trembling slowly
and there's a smile on his face..
But there's a teardrop in his eye
as he remembers better days..
He wonders where she is now,
if she's happy with her man..
He wants to say he forgives her
and that now he understands..

He's the man standing in the corner,
shaded by the need to be free..
He's still chained to her memories,
and this man looks just like me..

As he smokes another cigarette
and pops another pill..
He knows he's just killing himself
against the sheer force of his will..
The days are spent in waiting,
the nights in empty trance..
He holds her in his arms again,
in dreams of their last dance..
If love would last forever,
then he knows he cant survive..
For it means to suffer eternally
and he knows it's better to die..
But he doesnt blow out his candle,
he still waits by the window..
A lover he was and still remains,
in love with that girl he used to know..

He's the man standing in the corner,
shaded by the need to be free..
He's still chained to her memories
and this man looks just like me..