Clear as glass and still as water,
I look and I see,
The reflection does not falter,
But I’m ashamed of the view of me.
I stare blankly as if it’ll change the view,
And pray, oh I pray it will,
To erase the page and start a new,
But I see the old me still.
I know the truth and I know it well,
I must come to terms with my soul if I can,
I must love the person inside the shell,
Before I love the mirror man