Reflection

 
If the mirror became a person
They might be your friend
They might be your enemy
It all depends on what you see

Maybe you'd finally change
No, not your reflection
But how you look at it
Maybe you'd learn to love every bit

of light shining in those eyes
of fuel stored in your belly
of years hanging in your skin
Maybe you'd learn to love everything

If the mirror became a person
You'd see what I see
No failure, no loser
Someone brave, beautiful and worthy