Mirror, mirror, on my wall
I just want to be thin, pretty and tall
Mirror, mirror, if I change my hair
Maybe someone will start to care?
Mirror, mirror, if I starve myself
At least I'll be beautiful, forget my health
Mirror, mirror, if I cut my wrists
Will I feel like I exist
Mirror, mirror, don't you see?
What you show is ruining me
For far to long it had watched her cry
So the mirror decided to reply:
"What you think you see? It isn't true.
This misery is found inside of you.
Don't lock yourself in a broken soul,
Or I promise one day, you'll lose control
