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The Mirror

When I look into the mirror
I don't know who it is I see
For the person looking through it
Couldn't possibly be me
I see a pretty face
With long and flowing hair
The reflection looks amazing
If only I was there
What I see is sadness
Along with emptiness and fear
Throw in a little doubt
And that is all that appears
I wish I could see the surface
The way it looks to you

Maybe I'd feel a little better
Instead of always feeling blue

When I look into the mirror
At times it makes me cringe
For the person looking through it
Isn't complete within
Her strength can hide the tears
No matter what the cost
But looking within the mirror
Is a reminder of all that's lost
There is no amount of compassion
That can cover up the pain
No way to make amends
For losing a father out of vain
I wish I could see the surface
The way that it should be
Maybe I'll feel a little better
When I live my life as me

Today I'll break the mirror
To avoid what it will show
For the person looking through it
Doesn't need to know
I will become my own protector
And try to move ahead
I will be a father's daughter
Although that father is dead
There's no way for me to tell him
What is in my heart
I've already lost that chance
Once we were ripped apart
I just wish he could be here with me
To offer the blessing I deserve
And although I am in love
I'm still a daughter that hurts

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