I don't want to see your face anymore.
I am so sick you you, crying
staring back at me,
like its all my fault. (It's all my fault)
(and I know it all too well)

I don't want to see you around,
looking at me, asking
If you will ever be
as beautiful (as her) (you wont)
(because I know you)

Yes, you in the mirror,
I am talking to you,
I don't want to see another tear
from those eyes that burn
right back into mine.
I'm sorry that I'm not
want we wanted to be,
As beautiful, and pretty
as ... the next girl to the right.

But never give up the fight.
I'll tell you this,
even though I may doubt myself.
That confidence will shine through,
and one day:
We will make it big.

But until then,
you in the mirror,
looking back at me.
Keep going strong.
I believe in you....

I believe in you
I believe in you
I believe in..... me.