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When you ask me who I am I ask myself if I know it or not I look at myself as mature They see me as a child The glass shows me lies It's just a trick of the light It tells me I can be beautiful... Lies, lies, lies!
Who is that child in my mirror? Why does she have my face? She's not who I am, not what they see. In the glass I'm beautiful, But outside, the glass of their eyes Shows me what they think of me Shows me, I don't understand I'm not the child in my mirror. Not the girl in the mirror.
Everything I learned of true beauty, You can do it! Looks are lies! It's the inside that counts! Inside of my mirror, it's true, all true, In the glass of their eyes, I see it's a lie. They see I am different. They see that I care. They see I get angry. They're too much to bear. I try staying away, But they just come closer. Maybe they should know....
Who is that child in my mirror? Why does she have my face? She's not who I am, not what they see. In the glass I'm beautiful, But outside, the glass of their eyes Shows me what they think of me Shows me, I don't understand I'm not the child in my mirror. Not the girl in the mirror.
Maybe I should say What I really am. Then they'll know, they'll know! They'll know that the girl in my mirror Can be me, if she tries, if I try, We can be the same, forever. Or we can be different. Maybe the girl The girl in my mirror... Maybe she can belong
Oh, I know that girl in my mirror! I know why she has my face! She is who I am, but not what they see. In the glass I am beautiful, And who cares about the outside, where the glass of their eyes Shows me what they think of me. But I don't care what they think of me! I am that child in my mirror. I am the girl in the mirror.
*Tiny Plastic Waffles*
FN Pixie · Sun Sep 28, 2008 @ 02:38am · 0 Comments |
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