i woke up one morning
in the mirror staring at me
i couldn't believe what i see
yes, it's me
but not what i wanna see

gone is the innocence and purity
that once was so true in me
here a sinful man i see
yes that's me
but not what i wanna se

i promise myself that very day
that good old me to see again
watching every step that i take
those bad mistakes i mustn't make

along the way trials i meet
often stumbling to my feet
"stand up" , "never give up"
"sort this out" , "straighten up"

now the image although blur
slowly clearing up i see again
it's that old me in the mirror
coming back still a little faint

awaiting the day i wake to see
in the mirror staring at me
once again the good old me
that me i wanna see...