Trace My Reflection

I begin to look, then away again. I'm trying to meet your perception. Why am I so different and blind, my friend? Beauty and the confidence to win. I fear to see this in my reflection. I begin to look, then away again. I want to be accepted, or is this a sin? Because being myself is like an imperfection. Why am I so different and blind, my friend? It's a cold world, is my heart made from tin? I am coming closer to my reflection. I begin to look, then away again. The mind isn't so bad within. I see happiness in my characterization. Why am I so different and blind, my friend? Do you see what I see or is it my lens? Or is it my 20/100 incorrect vision? I begin to look, then away again. Why am I so different and blind, my friend?