fragile and insincere
   there stands me 

in front of the mirror, wearing nothing but
                        my sins 

tell me words of love
tell me i'm good enough
tell me it's from above
tell me you like it rough

i ask the reflection
    as if she 
      can speak

she only smirks 
untl this very moment
    my ears perk
she makes a motion with
but my lips are shut tight

     she is trying to say

"my dear, 
    it'lll never be
                 alright"