it's all about which way you turn
sometimes the moon glares with a plastic silicon smile
that's the real deal you know
sometimes it's the surgeons million dollar hands
an instant made for hollywood clamor cameo
anyone for a set of handprints
sometimes we just hate the very sight of ourselves
no one to blame but the passed on gene pool
so goes mother so goes father
sometimes maybe just sometimes the mirror is all about the you
the one who has run from themselves for years
or the other who is fitting sticks together to float down a stream
maybe the numb one who gave no thought for tomarrow
all in all
let's face the facts
it's about face