Verse 1 She stands in front of the mirror, underneath the bathroom light. Pulling at her clothes, trying to hide herself tonight. She looks at her stomach and wishes it would disappear. Looks at her reflection and doesn't recognize the girl standing there. Verse 2 She hates the shape of her body. Hates the way her clothes don't fall. Hates her chest. Hates her waist. Hates the mirror most of all. Every little imperfection feels enormous in her eyes. She keeps comparing herself to every woman passing by. Pre-Chorus And nobody knows how cruel her thoughts can be. Because she smiles in photographs while secretly wishing she could be somebody else. Chorus I wish I could shed this skin, leave this body on the floor. Step into another version of me and never hate myself anymore. I don't want this reflection. I don't want this face. I just want to wake up one morning and feel like I belong inside my own shape. I wish I could disappear from every mirror that I've seen. And come back wearing a skin I could finally love. Verse 3 She changes clothes a hundred times before she leaves the room. Nothing ever looks right. Nothing ever hides enough. She pulls the fabric closer, turns the lights down low. Because it's easier to live in darkness than to see herself exposed. Bridge How can a body feel like an enemy? How can a mirror make you hate the person you were born to be? She doesn't want attention. She doesn't want to be beautiful. She just wants to stop feeling disgusted when she looks at herself. Chorus I wish I could shed this skin, leave every insecurity behind. Find a body that doesn't feel like something I have to hide. I don't want perfection. I don't need to look like them. I just want to look into the mirror without wishing I could leave it. I wish I could disappear from this reflection for a while. And come back as someone who doesn't hate herself every time she smiles. (no) Verse The mirror is still there. The room is still the same. And she stands completely still, trying not to look away. She touches her reflection with a trembling hand. Wishing she could somehow make peace with who she is, but tonight the only thing she can see is everything she thinks is wrong. Outro So she turns off the light. The mirror disappears. For a few seconds, she doesn't have to see herself. And in the darkness she whispers— "Maybe somewhere underneath all this hatred, there's still a girl I could learn to love." (But i Don't love me)
