I waved to the girl in the mirror this morning and she turned away
I suppose she's sick of me, sick of my *******
I don't blame her. I'm sick of my **** too.

I smiled at the girl in the mirror today and she flashed a little smirk
My smile grew two sizes.  It looked like hope.

I said good night to the girl in the mirror tonight and she cried.
Tear by tear I watched her yell at me to go away, but I couldn't so I turned off the light and stayed with her.

I blew a kiss to the girl in the mirror this morning and she caught it with her hand
She rolled her eyes
And she stepped on my kiss with her heals

Can you not be such a reflection