Mirror, mirror, upon my wall.
Tell me is this even me at all.
You have no choice but to show my reflection.
Show me this and I'll pick out a new imperfection.
So, what will I do today?
Maybe a little makeup here, and little bit there, but what do you say?
Did i cover the bruise? How about this blemish?
Is the scar gone? I'm so tired of this daily skimish.
How do i look, my dear, mirror?
I will always look the same.
Until I change.