Titled smile, crooked eyes.

See me in my best disguise.

If this is not truely me,

May I ask, who could I be?

Kept my love inside these jars,

My heart composed of many scars.

Now this mask is all I see.

May I ask, who could I be?

Mirror, mirror, show my life.

Who has back made out of knife?

Who now lacks the courage made?

Who's the pretty, washed up, fade?

Mirror, mirror, help me see.

Can I be what I want to be?

I want strength and I want voice.

But only I, can make that choice.