Mirror, Mirror
Mirror, mirror in my hand,
Why can't you understand
That you show me everything but what I want to see
And who I want to be
Mirror, mirror on the table
How will I ever be able
To do what I want to do?
This is something that I never knew.
Mirror, mirror on the screen
I have so much that I have seen.
I've always wanted to ask you why,
Why should I even try?
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Why can't I stand proud and tall?
Why can't I love more
And do so without feeling sore?
Mirror, mirror on a stand
Please keep me from feeling bland,
Help me know what to say
And keep me from fading away.
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