mirrors

there was a girl in third grade
with long dark hair,
and though we never did speak,
oh, i always did stare.

and i wanted for someone to see me
the way i saw her.

there was a boy in the summer
with sun-kissed skin
and the girls were left swooning
wherever he'd been.

and i wanted for someone to see me
the way i saw him.

my reflection's never been a real source of pride;
i don't know how to show what i look like inside.
if you see me, please let me know.
please let me know.

there was a girl in my high school
with perfect white teeth,
and i'll bet she was beautiful
deep underneath.

and i wanted for someone to see me
the way i saw her.

there was a boy down the hall
who cried when he laughed,
and i wanted to kiss him
on beauty's behalf.

and i wanted for someone to see me
the way i saw him.

there ain't no mirror that i've ever seen
that has shown me somebody i'd rather have been,
and i know it's not that hard to be me.
i don't know why it's so hard to see me.

oh, my reflection's never been a real source of pride;
i don't know how to show what i look like inside.
if you see me, please let me know.
please let me know.