Let me hold this mirror up to you
For the God-willing chance you might finally see through
The beasts who play tricks on your almond eyes
And blacken your beauty with their beastly lies
Prey girl, won’t you please look into the glass
If it’s the one last thing of you I now ask
As the faces you see, they are not your own
Nor are the sins they reflect, yours to atone
What would be if you broke their stare?
Who would you see if their faces weren’t there?
Perhaps you’re afraid of what will remain
When there’s no-one left inside that frame
But an empty outline of a hollow face
Whose empty features you cannot trace
Just keep looking dear girl, and don’t look away
If you want that line to be filled in someday
For the mirror’s eyes, they are yours to see
And the mirror’s heart, well that’s yours to beat.