Mirror, mirror, on the floor
I've no need for you anymore.
You lie and say I'm not good enough
So I'm leaving you with my image and finding honesty.
I might have never been on the front cover of a magazine,
Maybe never had anyone think I'm perfect.
But, look, I'm alive - why am I looking for more than that?
There's a simple perfection in breathing and in a human heartbeat.
Why was I ever afraid of a sheet of glass?
The scars are fading, and so are the memories.
I think it's time for a new life,
A new start.
And perhaps this doesn't make sense.
But what sense did I ever make when talking to you?
Mirror, mirror, on the floor
I've no need for you anymore.
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