Mirror, Mirror, on my wall, I just want to be thin, pretty and tall.
Mirror, Mirror, if I change my hair, maybe someone will start to care?
Mirror, Mirror, if I starve myself, at least I'll be beautiful, forget my health.
Mirror, Mirror, if I cut my wrist will I feel like I exist?
Mirror, Mirror, don't you see? What you show, is ruining me.
For far too long it had watched her cry, so the mirror decided to reply;
"What you think you see? It isn't true. This misery is found inside of you.
Don't lock yourself in a broken soul, or I promise you one day, you'll lose all control."