Mirror mirror, on the wall,
who is the fairest of them all?
Surely not I, with my lack of grace
I know I am far from beautiful of face.
I'm not the fairest by far,
So tell me mirror, which girls are?
If I tried, could I be like them?
Answer me, mirror, or am I condemned?
I wish to be beautiful, but I am no mime.
My true self would show through over time,
So why do I bother leading this dismal life?
For whose love do I endure this torment and strife?
I am unwanted, unappreciated, unloved,
Perhaps only cared for by the Lord above.
Then there shall I go, away with this body.
I swear I shall no longer be a nobody.
An angel in heaven is always a beauty,
To join their ranks would be my greatest duty,
And at last I would be lovely and fair as the sky
My dreams come true, all I need do is die.
But what if the Father would not have this wretch?
For surely among all there is a better catch
Than myself, who will have eternally sinned
By taking my life, once more I would be condemned.
So what is my retreat, for what do I live on?
A true love to find me, but does such a man exist?
I have only seen him in my dreams, shroud in mist.
I doubt there is a man that could love me for me.
If there was, where could he be?
I long to find him,
If only to see him.
If he could know me, then maybe he could love me too.
But first impressions are terrors, you're often seen through.
Perhaps it is my conscience that keeps me inside,
I see not past my self, stuck to abide
By my own thoughts of love and peace
Do I have hope for any release
From myself, the worst of my foes.
Oh selfish conscience, why hate me so?
To trap me within myself and doom me to misery,
Selfish conscience, for you I worry.
Oh mirror hung upon my dresser,
Do you reflect me, or just the oppressor
That embodies itself within my mind,
Can't you tell me, won't you be that kind
As to answer my question with the truth I desire.
My heart is an aching, shimmering fire
That wishes to find truth, love, and happiness.
But if I'm not myself, do I deserve such a bliss?
If I'm not myself…