mirror, mirror, on my wall i wish to be pretty, thin and tall. mirror, mirror, if i change my hair, maybe someone will start to care? mirror, mirror, if i starve myself, at least i'll be beautiful, forget my health. mirror,mirror, if i cut my wrist, will i feel like i exist? mirror, mirror, don't you see? what you show, is ruining me. For far too long it had watched her cry, so the mirror decided to reply: ''what you think you see? it isn't true. the misery is found inside of you. don't lock yourselft in a broken soul, or i promise you one day, you'll lose all control.''