[Verse 1] The glass is cruel, it keeps no secrets, Shows me angles I don’t claim. I trace the outline of a stranger, Whisper softly, “is that my name?” [Pre-Chorus] Every flaw sings louder than the rest, But still I stand here, still I get dressed. [Chorus] Oh, mirror, don’t you cry for me, Your silver tears can’t set me free. I’m learning how to see my face, Not as a war, but as a place— Where love might grow, where I might stay, Where I belong, where I’m okay. [Verse 2] The frame is tired, it knows my posture, Bent by voices, not my own. But in the quiet, I hear a murmur, A softer song I’ve never known. [Pre-Chorus] Every fault I thought was carved in stone, Shifts to clay when I stand alone. [Chorus] Oh, mirror, don’t you cry for me, Your silver tears can’t set me free. I’m learning how to see my face, Not as a war, but as a place— Where love might grow, where I might stay, Where I belong, where I’m okay. [Bridge] Maybe the mirror’s voice is weary, Maybe it just wants me kind. What if the lament I am hearing Is only echo, only mine? [Final Chorus (softer)] Oh, mirror, don’t you cry for me, I’ll teach your song new harmony. I’ll find a way to see my face, Not as a war, but as a place— Where love might grow, where I might stay, Where I belong, where I’m okay. [Outro] The glass is quiet, the night is still, I turn away, but maybe I will— Come back tomorrow, look again, And see a friend.
