Looking at a picture, in a magazine
staring at what they call a beauty queen
you want to, be like her..
losing all the weight to fit in that skirt...
clutching your stomach, letting it all go
telling your self that your an ugly girl..
you are, so lost
you cry tonite
but you dont know why
can you realize,
that that mirror lies
then you'll find the strength, to be alive
yeah youll find the strength, to be alive...
starving yourself in pity and self denial
telling everyone your alrite with your fake smile
thinking your ugly, thinking that you should
when all this time your so beautiful..
you cry tonite
but you dont know why
can you realize,
that that mirror lies
then you'll find the strength, to be alive
yeah youll find the strength, to be alive...
you gotta breakaway, you gotta breakaway
from all of this uncertainty..
why can't you see....
you cry tonite
but you dont know why
can you realize,
that that mirror lies
then you'll find the strength, to be alive
yeah youll find the strength, to be alive...
take all your magazines, toss them in a pile,
followed by your misery and your false style
now she's smiling, holding her head high,
this brand new world is her's tonite...
you cry tonite but you now know why
cause you realize that that mirror lies
and youve found the strength, to be alive
yeah youve found the strength, to be alive...