I turn to the mirror and I talk to her every day
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is my greatest enemy of them all?
Broad shoulders, bloated stomach, short stature, tired eyes.
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who is my greatest enemy of them all?
Awkward, moves are choppy and you hold no talent
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who is my greatest enemy of them all?
Lazy, unmotivated and you have nothing to offer the world.
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When I look at myself I feel like I know myself
If I held any sort of degree it would be about knowing my own self because who else could know me better?
I see myself every day
And yet, how wrong could I be about the girl staring back at me
Everything she has endured, everything she is and was all rolled into one, how could staring at the mirror possibly paint the bigger picture?
Why do I treat her like she’s under a magnifying glass when there’s so much more to her than the one spot I keep staring at?
Distortion comes from not seeing how she was made, not seeing the places she’s been and what has worn her down
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, how could you not tell me where I was a year ago?
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, how could you not tell me the ways I’ve changed?
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, why do you stay silent?
I asked her who my greatest enemy was of them all and I thought she answered back but I only heard my own voice and I only saw my own face.