I picked up the looking glass
And looked upon my face
All the scars and flaws I see
Seem to always stay in place
I picked up the looking glass
Hoping for some kind of cure
Beauty and all that I wish
It's what I want and so much more
I picked up the looking glass
As a tear rolled down my cheek
I know that wishes never come true
For those who aren't so meek
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