Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Why do I bother to look at all?
I already know what I will see
And it's not what I want to be.
Who do I want to be?
I am not sure I know anymore

Did you mean it
When you said I was smart?
What about when you told me I looked beautiful?
Or when you claimed you loved me?
Did you mean it then?
I guess you didn't.
You keep treating me like I don't know what I am talking about,
And you point out my flaws again.
I guess you didn't love me either,
Because when  I needed you, you were not there.

I am not afraid of falling.
I am scared of not being able to get back up.
I am not afraid of leaving.
I fear, though, that I will never return.
I am not afraid of changing.
I am just scared of losing myself in the proccess.
I am not afraid for today.
I do worry about what tomorrow will bring.
I am not afraid of a little push
I am afraid of being pushed past the breaking point
And what I will become when I am.

My thoughts are all wrong
So they say.
I guess that means it's wrong
To look forward to another day.
My thoughts are all wrong
Assuming they are all right.
Meaning it must not be ok
To dream good dream at night.
My thoughts are all wrong
They think something is amiss.
But is it not a allowed
To continue to wish?
My thoughts are all wrong
So I will stop looking ahead
Dreaming dreams, or wishing wishes
As I lie in my bed.
My thoughts are all wrong.
Then how should they go?
Funny thing was,
When I asked, nobody seemed to know.