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Mutiny of Shadows
What do you do when you don’t fit and all the cover girls are wearin’ it? Comparisons always follow, it can be hard to swallow. Mirrors don’t lie, do they?
When you don’t like what you're seeing, it’s a sickening feeling. Piling on pounds of pressure to meet some invisible measure. Mirrors don’t lie, do they?
Will you look in the mirror for the girl that you were? Will you look in the mirror for the girl that you were 'til there’s hardly a trace, ‘til there’s hardly a trace of her? Girl that you were, girl that you were.
You like it best when you're losing. A makeover of your own choosing.Your mirror says you'd be pretty if only you were skinny. Mirrors don’t lie, do they? A mirror won’t help ‘cause you’ve made yourself a blur. You're still looking for the girl, girl that you were.
When you don’t like what you're seeing, it’s a sickening feeling. Piling on pounds of pressure to meet some invisible measure. Mirrors don’t lie, do they?
Will you look in the mirror for the girl that you were? Will you look in the mirror for the girl that you were 'til there’s hardly a trace, ‘til there’s hardly a trace of her? Girl that you were, girl that you were.
You like it best when you're losing. A makeover of your own choosing.Your mirror says you'd be pretty if only you were skinny. Mirrors don’t lie, do they? A mirror won’t help ‘cause you’ve made yourself a blur. You're still looking for the girl, girl that you were.
© 2010 Amy Fabry. All rights reserved.