In front of the mirror
I turn my face aside
I'm always made small
I press myself to squeeze inside

The mirror hides me
In distorted lines
Is this my skin that slowly declines?

Oh my mirror, shattered
Blaming me for the shards
My mirror, faithful
Look at me first, choosing what to reveal

Every presence scratches
On a thin, fragile glass
It reflects a broken light
In a staged portrait

The mirror smiles
When I stay in line
It gives me back borrowed flames

Oh, my mirror, gentle
Pressing me in secret
My mirror, warped
Moves against me, it grips my throat

One day
Traces of clarity, I start to see
One day
No more cracks, I yearn to believe

Oh, my mirror, tender
Stealing the glow I had
My mirror, silent
Knows where to strike, to fake an embrace

Oh, my mirror
My mirror