I wake up each day, and I look in the mirror,
and every time I think of the same;
A pony I’m not, I am not such a creature,
instead of the fur, I have scale upon scale.

Is this my home, or am I all alone?
Is this where I belong?

I wake up each day, and I look in the mirror,
and look at the others, thinking “I’m not the same”.
They’re hustling and bustling, yet I’m still a dreamer,
I can’t put these thoughts away; they are to blame

Is this my home, are these who I am meant to
be sharing my life with forever and out?
Do I belong, or do I need a rescue -
I need to be strong, and discard all my doubt!

I wake up each day, and I look in the mirror,
saying “looking, good, Spike! Looking real good!”
It’s silly, I know, but it helps me over
the fact that I never will get understood

Is this my home, are these who I am meant to
be sharing my life with forever and out?
Do I belong, or do I need a rescue -
I need to be strong, and discard all my doubt!

But I try my hardest
to get away from my contemplative side
And I reach as far as
I can to be able to cross this divide

This is my home, these are who I am meant to
be sharing my life with forever and out!
I know I belong, and I don’t need a rescue!
‘Cause I can be strong, and get rid of my doubts