Looking in, it's my reflection, Picking out, the imperfection, The pale white face, the long back hair, Call it pretty, I would not dare. Sitting there it holds my fears, Magnifying the few small tears, I can't stop looking, I can't turn away, It tries to haunt my everyday. My dreams it stole, my heart it tore, But I always go back and look some more, It's natural high is the tears I shed, It's all my fault, it's the anger I fed. So I said goodbye as I walked through the gate, Who would have known this was my fate, Here I thought it was so much clearer, They'll never know it was the mirror.