Holding out this pane of glass
To show everyone what they really are
Do they look beyond, no, never once
Seeing themselves and every scar
Counting flaws
Counting lines
Making signs
Holding out this framed reflector
To show everyone their true beauty
They won't look beyond, no, not a glance
Seeing only errors, such a pity
Counting flaws
Counting lines
Making signs
And screaming at the mirror
And beating on the glass
Never looking beyond it
And the girl behind the mirror
Is just doing her task
Trying to show the beauty
Although she wasn't asked
But no one likes their image
So they wear their mask
Turn and walk away
Hating that framed glass
And the girl with the mirror
Turns the frame around
And doesn't see a thing
And doesn't make a sound
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