Standing there, looking at my reflection
Rippled, different, on the oval pond

Then I wonder.
Who is this?
What have I done?
Because this certainly isn’t me.

Standing there, looking at my reflection
Rippled, different, on the oval pond

It hits me.
It is them.
That’s what they’ve done.
Because this certainly isn’t me.

Standing there, looking at my reflection
Rippled, different, on the oval pond

I have realized.
It’s us all.
We’ve done this to ourselves.
Because this certainly isn’t me.

Standing there, looking at my reflection
Rippled, different, on the oval pond

Just one thing.
Leave me alone.
This can’t continue on.
Because this certainly isn’t me.

Standing there, looking at my reflection
Rippled, the same, on the oval pond