Staring at the mirror on the wall,
Deceiving by the light reflects.
Touching my own shadow,
It is cold and flat.
Seeing the girl inside the glass,
A pretty girl wears dress with lace,
She puts on her make-up.
She looks me in the eyes,
And smile.
Beautiful, but it looks sad
Who is the real one?
Cause we both look the same.
Who is pretending to be who?
It feels so diverge.
Maybe I’m the fake one,
Just simple reflection.
Thinking about the real world I cannot have.
Or maybe I’m just jealous of the mirror world she is living,
Where everything is destined to be opposite.
A place where I might find my happiness,
My true love.
And If I’m the girl in the mirror,
Will you dream about me?