Pretty people don't lie, I said
But that's not entirely true
It doesn't count between me and you
Oh mirror, oh mirror it cannot be true
That beneath my skin there is black and blue
Bruises. Trauma of the emotive heart, the trusting soul,
The damsel in distress
You can't see what's not there, can you Mr. Mirror?
My radiant skin, my beautiful eyes, my full chest
Everything is what it seems, what you see
What you can't see if for me to bear alone.
The girl who couldn't say no.
The foolish teen (child, really) who couldn't see beyond
The outward vanity, the intricate manipulations
of appearance and my heart
Back when I had one.
Back when Pretty Girl loved her precious family
Wouldn't spy on them, betray them.
Endanger their lives
For the charming sadist she was screwing on the side
And damn was he good at screwing. He still is.
I always come back to him, no matter what he plans, no matter how disgusting the betrayal makes me feel.
He was good looking. (How pathetic I am.)
Screwing her heart, screwing her mind, pushing all her loyalties aside (well I hardly resisted)
But that little girl's grown up and everything she does to herself is my doing, my choices.
Old habits die hard and I have no intention of burying mine.
I'm a great cabin head aren't I?
I sleep with the enemy,
I sleep with my good, honest boyfriend.
I appear to be the role model
Always preaching about love and its power
Yet I betray all I love, my family, my lover
All for the boy I lust and his sweet little nothings
All the things he says that I try to make an excuse
He won't hurt Charlie.
But I will.
But I do.
And I look damn good while I do it.
Everyone knows I'm the sweet chick with a heart of gold.
Even though it's a heart of silver and I am Charlie's Judas.
Will I wrap him in with a treacherous kiss?
No god can save me now when I'm sleeping with my favorite devil
I'm in deep shit, Mirror, Oh Mirror
Shit that nobody can see
Only Me.