mirror mirror on the wall,
why do the pretty girls have it all?
the looks the boys the family the friends,
why can’t i be just like them?
nobody likes me nobody cares,
but if i was pretty they would i swear.
they have it so good so great you know,
while i’m over here with nothing left to show.
i must have done something wrong,
otherwise i wouldn’t be this sad for this long.
maybe if i was pretty people who notice,
that i’m lost, hurting, and hopeless.
maybe if i was pretty my life would be better,
if only i was pretty maybe i wouldn’t wish my life to be over.