Mirror, mirror in your arms
Hold it tight, it it will fall
Lose your focus, miss everything
For you have to choose whose sin you forgive
With a pure cloth, you clean it well
That's what you do, it's your subsistence
I'm so pretty, my neck I'd never strangle
You hold it in the perfect angle
Hid behind your perfect mirror
You contemplate my self-absorption
What a horror, not my distortion
But your face revealed in portion
Selfish eyes will see their beauty
Look deeper and you'll find thee