Who is the girl that is my reflection?
She is the definition of imperfection
Why is the girl in the mirror not me?
She is all I don’t want to be
Is every word out of my mouth a lie;
While the real me hides nearby?
With everyone I have ever hurt
Lying behind me in the dirt
Do I even stop to glance at them?
Or do I just unjustly condemn?
It seems that everything I ever desire
Just seems to start a forest fire
Of devastation and disaster
Spreading everywhere faster and faster
Hellos always turn to goodbyes
Over the dishonesty of my guise
Love always turns to hate
Over the deceptions I create
Why can’t I be who I know I am;
The girl I was before my deceit began?
Why can’t I take off this mask?
It seems like the easiest task
Or is this not at all a jest?
Am I only the girl I’ve failed to suppress?
Yet I look at my reflection
And see only imperfection