Looking in the mirror, Harry didn't like what he saw
The cheeks of his mother, the eyes of his father
As each day crashed around him, the future stood revealed
He was turning into his parents
The final disappointment
Stepping out of the shower, Harry stared at himself
His hairline receding, the slight overbite
He picked up the razor to begin his shaving
And thought: "oh, I wish I was different."
I wish I was stronger; I wish I was thinner
I wish I didn't have this nose
These ears that stick out remind me of my father
And I don't want to be reminded at all
The final disappointment
Harry looked into the mirror, thinking of Vincent Van Gogh
And with a quick swipe lopped off his nose
And happy with that he made a slice where his chin was
He'd always wanted a dimple
The end of all illusion
Then peering down straight between his legs
Harry thought of the range of possibilities
A new face, a new life, no memories of the past
And slit his throat from ear to ear
Harry woke up with a cough; the stitches made his wince
A doctor smiled at him from somewhere across the room
Son, we saved your life, but you'll never look the same
And when he heard that, Harry had to laugh
Although it hurt, Harry had to laugh
The final disappointment
