Looking in the mirror,
Surprised at what I see,
Who is that lonely girl,
Who’s looking back at me?
She looks so sad and bashful.
It’s pitiful to see.
I know this is a mirror
That sees inside of me,
I stare for one more minute
And then I look away,
How is it possible?
Do I really look this way?
Then I take the mirror,
And I smash it on the floor,
Now I see once again,
What no one’s seen before,
A broken-up reflection
That shows a broken me.
So even though it’s shattered,
It still sees inside of me.
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