[Intro — Barely audible female whisper, distant reverb, lonely ambient guitar] She looks like me... She talks like me... But she was smiling... Before I could be... [Verse 1 — Soft, fragile female singing, sleepy and distant, sparse detuned guitar] I brush my hair, she brushes hers... I whisper words, she whispers first... I close my eyes, she keeps hers wide... I turn away... she stays inside... I drew a heart upon the glass... She drew a face that looked aghast... Then underneath, in tiny lines... She wrote, "Your body's almost mine..." [Pre-Chorus — Breathless whispers, faint ghostly harmonies slowly emerging] Don't look too long... Don't look too near... She's getting tired... Of staying here... [Chorus — Gentle melancholic female melody, hazy emo guitars, soft ambient drums] The girl in the mirror... Is learning my face... She's taking my memories... She's taking my place... The girl in the mirror... Has something to say... She mouths it so softly... "Let me out... Let me stay..." [Post-Chorus — Distant whispered vocal layers, dreamy guitar fading into reverb] Let me out... Let me stay... Let me out... You're in my way... [Verse 2 — Intimate, almost crying, soft lo-fi drums and washed-out guitar] My best friend said I looked different... My mother said I'd changed... I smiled at them the way she taught me... And nobody complained... I went to smash the mirror at midnight... But my reflection started to cry... She pressed her palm against the glass... And I felt something touch mine... [Bridge — Nearly inaudible female whisper, music fading to a single ambient piano note] I'm sorry... I didn't mean to leave you... I'm sorry... I forgot that I was you... [Instrumental Break — Slow, hazy emo guitar, distant feedback, ghostly ambient pads, no vocals] [Final Chorus — Soft, aching female vocals, fuller atmospheric guitars, distant harmonies] The girl in the mirror... Is wearing my face... She's taking my memories... She's taking my place... The girl in the mirror... Is finally free... I stand on the outside... She's looking at me... [Outro — Almost spoken whisper, fading into silence] I brush my hair... She brushes hers... I stop... [Long pause] She doesn't... [Final whisper — Barely audible] ...that's not me.
