I watched my reflection in the mirror
Different from my perspective view
"Where is the beauty?" my mind is telling me things
Should I still put on my make-up or live like this?
Natural look never felt so good
But I'm not as pretty too
It's just another lie one tells themselves
With those shorts and long sleeves
Hair not long enough to flow down my shoulders
And face too round and black spotted
Nobody shouting my name for beauty queen
But I still forgot my face still wins
With another day it's just different attires
Yet the same face still applies.
