Who Is She?

Who is that,
that I see?
So far away
everytime I look at me.

Who brought her here,
and who made her like me?
I think I see myself,
sometimes I don't know what I see.

Deep I look into her eyes,
she never smiles.
I can't tell what she feels,
I can't say if it is all real.

I look at her,
see myself.
She looks at me,
her words nothing mean.

Who is she?
Who brought her here?
I think she is just
a clear image of me.

Who am I?
I'll never know...
Who is she?
She is just what I show.