Everyday she wake up and shower at 4 am
Put makeup she allergic to onto her perfect skin
Apply pink or red onto pursed lips

At 7 puts on her shoes, go to school a nervous wreck
Lookin like a 17 model she's 17
Mesmerized by the mannequin models from magazines

The flawless skin, foxy grin and the glossy hair
Expressions so fragile that if they were brushed by air
They would fall apart; which was how she felt

She knew that she needed help every single time she knelt
On the bathroom floor, her suffocating see through blouse
Squeezing every bit of breakfast lunch and dinner out

Listenin to exploits bout how her friends let men exploit them
Makes her wonder how the hell she don't have no ex boyfriend
She should want a man who'll use the condom in her purse

But she would rather somebody who can get her problems heard

As if our eyes couldn't be more merciful

As if our tongues couldn't be more hurtful
There ain't enough in the day-to-day whirlpool?
Mirrors and magazines make and break girls too


Aesthetics equal authority so everyone tries loyally
To present a pleasant self to eye of man

Ignoring inner integrity they step over the casualties
Broken mirrors show what really lie within


Her dad's only friends are 40, Johnnie and Jack
They make the household safe only until he comes back
She and mom moved outta this hell when she was 12

From then on she trusted no man but herself
From her friends she gets no love, she can only act tough
Every time they go to clubs, you know she always shows up

They go get stoned and drunk, she just goes to throw up
They're always living it up, she always go to a corner but
Like kids to a toaster guys always approach her

She lets them get closer but they never hold her
Attention, but they still warm to her cold shoulder,
Maybe if she acted older she'll choose someone to go home with

Can't provoke her desire, they can't stoke her fire
Her ire gets higher, every time she says bye to
A man, what happened next really pissed her off

She bumped into a girl; they introduced then hit it off

As if our eyes couldn't be more merciful

As if our tongues couldn't be more hurtful
As if there ain't enough in the day-to-day whirlpool
Mirrors and magazines make and break girls too


Aesthetics equal authority so everyone tries loyally
To present a pleasant self to eye of man

Ignoring inner integrity they step over the casualties
Broken mirrors show what really lie within


She's alone, thrown down the social totem
Troubled thoughts tumbling around her head
She wondered who told em, she thought no one saw them

She only remembers ruby red
Blonde hair, eyes blue, somewhere, iso
Locked the door, lips, fate, tried to

Make sense of it, couldn't think straight since
Tried explain to her friends, they just tried to dissuade, damn
Now, summer leaves like autumn trees,

No qualms proceeding, mirror falls to pieces,
Palms are bleeding, calmly receiving
The jaunts and jeers, ignored the sneering

For too long, one dawn, finally snapped
Cut her hair, dyed it black, tied it back, packed a bag
Lips quiver, slatish tears, prepares for dark days

Left behind magazine pages, mirror shards stained