oh these mirrors lie
they give me false hope and I fly
people around me always judge
I don’t know why they have this grudge
among hair too short, nose too long
her compliment felt like a song
my stupid heart mistook it for love
now I carry my broken heart in a glove
before I was just an ugly person
now am still ugly but an unloved version
oh these mirrors never lied
am realising this after everything died
I should have accepted me first
even though I was the worst
mirrors never lied
And now I have died
Jul 2, 2025
Jul 2, 2025 at 1:24 PM UTC
oh these mirrors lie
they give me false hope and I fly
people around me always judge
I don’t know why they have this grudge
among hair too short, nose too long
her compliment felt like a song
my stupid heart mistook it for love
now I carry my broken heart in a glove
before I was just an ugly person
now am still ugly but an unloved version
oh these mirrors never lied
am realising this after everything died
I should have accepted me first
even though I was the worst
mirrors never lied
And now I have died
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