I look in the mirror and I see a face
And I see a young girl with exquisite taste
Her hair just right, her clothes all neat
Her taste in music just can’t be beat.
No worries in the world
To everyone else, she was the perfect girl

But inside her head, thoughts consumed her mind
Of school and boys and it put her in a bind.
She never knew what to do
Do this or that or have one or two.
Inside she was insecure and shy
She would never go and talk to a guy
But she put up the front that she was all cool
At least at school

When she was home so was a different person
Quiet and shy her work always done
The mask she put on came off and was put in her bag
Waiting and ready for the next day laying by a new fashion mag
Little to her parents knowledge, she cried herself to sleep
Knowing that at school she was in deep

The images and words of the day stayed
And haunted her dreams even during the day
Inside she felt scared that they would find out
Who she was and cast her out
Her greatest fears were always in the front of her mind
Watching and waiting for the perfect time

I look in the mirror and I see not just a face
I see the faces of girls all over the place
They stand in front of a mirror with make-up and hair spray
Hoping that it will cover the real them during the day
They worry about everything in the world
Thinking to themselves, I can’t be that perfect girl.