Mirror Mirror
You are not pretty
Perceiving your prettiness is presumptuous
Don’t you dare think you’re pretty
Prettiness is a monster that will eat you alive
Every time I look in the mirror I see her
The mirror hits me and punches me
That girl standing there?
She’s got the uglies and you’re gonna catch em
Ugliness is like a parasite
It’ll feed until there’s nothing left
Your insides will curl and twist
And you can’t just remove it
My plump lips are too big, they’ll eat you up
My chocolate eyes are too brooding, they’ll steal your soul
My caramel skin is too dark, you shouldn’t touch me
I’ve caught those uglies
Why would that girl in the mirror do this?
What have I ever done to her?
She’s made me ugly
This is the beginning of the end
And if I could tell her one thing
That poor girl in the mirror
Who was staring right at me
I’d say, “You’re not pretty, you’re beautiful”.
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