the mirror's looking through
can't look into what looks through you
and i'm not satisfied

ain't nobody's child bride

yet pieces of me seem
to be taken from a bad dream
and everybody stares
don't they know how much i care

you tell me to stop crying
but deep inside i'm dying
and it's not about the vanity
i don't want you to look at me

i hate my face

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