I see you smile in all your pictures – you’re always looking towards the lens.
I haven’t seen you since you left a year ago – I hope I see you here again.
You used to have it all collected – at least it looked that way to me,
but we both know that no one ever really does, just showing what we want for them to see –
but do you know how beautiful you are?
I heard you talking about the weather, saying “somewhere far away, it’s not as cold,
and everybody else has been there for a while” and you hope to see that place before you’re old.
But do you know how beautiful you are?
Look away from the mirror for a second,
cuz behind the glass, there’s nothing there to lose.
Would you please stop putting on all these impressions
to impress the ones who have a mirror too?
Because I know how beautiful you are.