My hair is getting long
I've been meaning to get it cut
But it's been a year
It comes to my shoulders now
And when I look in the mirror
What I see is a face from the past
A ghost I thought I wouldn't meet again
The dead come back to life
Bringing problems and pain and suffering
I was supposed to be over with them
I recognise myself but wish i didn't
Where did the me that I worked on go
All reversed back to the original