walk and talk

i look in the mirror
and what do i see?
something inferior
it must be me
i must be in a fun house
cause i'm looking strange
what is going on?
its funny how reflections change
been think'in all alone
'bout the music i must face
we have to talk
we'll keep it at a friendly pace
we been talking for awhile now
we're now competing
its almost
a race
then we began to trip
our conversation began to go awry
talking as fast as he could
then by the end of the day
we had done all we would
but then it stopped
we came to a stand still
he couldnt be topped
i had,had my fill
im feeling green
im seeing red
i am unseen
then i must be dead