Mirror, Mirror, what a boring day
and yet I have so much to say.
I do nothing but sit here alone in the dark,
maybe I’m waiting for someone to steal my heart?
Mirror, Mirror I’m so sick of you,
can’t you just show me something that isn’t true?
Beauty, perfection and smiles is all that’s in,
so that’s why I feel like my body is committing a sin.
Because I’m not beautiful, nor do I smile.
And I definitely don’t have any style.
At least that what they shout at me at school
and I understand, I’m not a fool.
But why does it has to be this way?
Can’t He just cut for some slag for a day?
Is it because of when I look in the mirror all I see,
is the person I don’t want to be?
How do I make up for my mistakes?
Where am I going, for Christ sake!
Please, someone help me stop,
cause I can’t take it anymore, I’ve had enough.