Mirror, mirror plastered on the crude wall
Why can't I be fair, fine, trim and tall?
Mirror, mirror if I starve myself to no extent
For once, will I finally be solely content?
Mirror, mirror if I start fixing up my hair
Maybe, just maybe, somebody will start to care
Oh Mirror if I raze the skin all over my wrist
Will I finally stop feeling like a catalyst?
Dear old mirror, can't you see what you're showing me
Is slowly devastating and shredding me?
And for that, you are my worst enemy
