Break the mirror on your wall.
Collect the pieces as they fall.
Glue them back together quickly,
So you can see the real you clearly.
You poor thing, look at yourself!
You were programmed to hate yourself.
The things you were told,
The things you went through...
Look at you girl, you believe they are true.
You thought no one cared,
The years went by.
You wasted away,
you let yourself die.
Inside and out,
you were a robot of doubt.
That was past tense,
This is the now...
Hopefully someone, somewhere has read this...
Felt the same way and decided to change this.
You bought a new mirror for your wall.
You saw yourself clearly through it all.
No distorted self-image,
No pre-programmed law.
All this you saw...in the mirror on the wall.