I see you smile in all your pictures – You're always looking towards the lens. I haven't seen you since you left a Year ago – I hope I see you here again. You used to have it all collected – at least it looked that way to me, But we both know that no one ever really Does, just showing what we want for them to see – But do you know how beautiful you are? I heard you talking about the weather, Saying "somewhere far away, it's not as cold, And everybody else has been there for a while" And you hope to see that place before you're old. But do you know how beautiful you are? Look away from the mirror for a second, Cuz behind the glass, there's nothing there to lose. Would you please stop putting on all these impressions To impress the ones who have a mirror too? Because I know how beautiful you are.