I look into the looking glass,
but someone looks back at me.
Who is this
girl I see?
With her long blonde hair.
Her chin,
high in the air.
She has courage,
she has strength.
Or so it seems
to me.
Maybe it's just a tough
exterior,
So people don't see
her soft insides.
Maybe she wants to be loved
but won't show it.
It's hard for her,
to let her guard down,
to let someone
in.
She wants to
have fun.
To be with the ones
she loves.
But she's trapped
in this
prison.
One that she created.
The thing that can
release her
is someone's
love.
People have
tried and tried.
But you were the one to
succeed.
You broke her barrier.
The thing I forgot to tell you is...
That girl is me.
