Wishing on a star
Throwing change in a fountain
I never saw a *** of gold at the end of the rainbow
Chasing dreams, even though it seems impossible, at times
I might have some luck for a change, or do you think it strange?

A mirror, showing
Nothing but an exterior.
A shell of inferior
To the inner being.
Looking without seeing
What does not reach the surface
The surplus, the purpose
That’s not as beautiful.

Ugly, inner truth,
Do you define my entirety?
Or are you the evil irony
That makes unhappiness priority?

When I look in the mirror there's one thing I see
The ghost of a girl that used to be me
So pale is her face, so tattered her shirt
The tears on her face make streaks in the dirt.

Fingers that clasp her heart in her hand
She watches it beat as she struggles to stand
Her lips form an O as she cries and she screams
She falls to the floor, comes apart at the seems.

This ghost of a girl once had her own name
But now that she's gone every word sounds the same
Inside out on the floor in what once was her room
Surrounded by darkness, gone blind from the gloom.

The girl in the mirror walks away from the glass
From her world to ours she somehow has passed
She approaches the ghost that now lies on the floor
And helps her arise while her insides still pour.

She gathers her up, every last little part
Gets a needle and thread and starts with the heart
Each thing put in its place then she sews it all in
And returns to the mirror she was meant to be in.

The ghost of the girl stares in awe at her face
The girl that once was has come back to this place
She was there all along she just needed some help
What a shock that she found she just needed herself.

I wish you would call me beautiful
Instead of "******* hot"
When age sets in and looks will fade
Being "****" matters not.
Beauty is something harder earned
On the inside, not the out
I think there's many in this messed up world
That forget what beauty is about.

They say that love is blind
But unfortunately hate can make you blind
To a love that's right in front of you
Darling, untie the blindfold,
Open the curtains,
You're drowning so deep in your self loathing
You can't see how many people are jumping in after
Trying to save you from yourself