The guy in the mirror

It's him the guy in the mirror He's been someone Always by my side While others were together I had been up somewhere Alone, but no wait I had found him talking To me, in hate He taught me the language to find a frightful soul When I have no one but him his tone wouldn't seem foul its just cause that day when I was crying no one had to know but he had found me out a way I think he is good Often he asks me to stab And I'm convinced that I should Right where it lies, my non-precious heart no one believes me No one's by my side But he is forever, Even in hell, he wouldn't hide