Throwing a glance over my shoulder,
I think of how much older I am now,
and it has hardly been a year.

We all used to be sincere,
but one day our fear distorted us.
Someone else stares at me from the pool.

Could that be myself, cold and cruel?
Am I the fool my reflection tells me that I am?
The one crying in my mirror can't be me.

There is someone else saying what I should be.
There is someone else dictating what I should see.
The girl in the mirror says I can't be free,
And I think there's someone else living in me.