Love thyself

I stand in the bathroom in a starbucks and im looking at myself In the mirror, right And I feel sorry Sorry, yeah I don’t know exactly To Whom It May Concern That I am sorry Maybe to me In my eyes are a fragile child Ive been cruel to her Ive tortured that girl with her False blue eyes That everyone commends as lovely and mysterious That are really brown And boring and dull Well, I’ve been cruel to that girl In the bathroom mirror Staring at me in confusion I say, I am sorry I have starved you, cut your skin with Razorblades, scizzors And I am I am Ever Sorry. That is a girl, too She deserves her own love So why I torture her I haven’t the The The The Faintest Clue