There's a house on the street
where a girl lives
In the house there's a mirror,
and the mirror's broken.
She stares at the mirror every day, all day
But the craks in it never go away
They tell her "get it fixed"
They tell her "why don't you do something?"
And her only answer is "I don't know..."
She stands in the hall,
the hall where the mirror is
She stands and let's live pass her by
People come and go
But she never says hi,
she just stares at her in the mirror,
a desfigured picture of herself,
and let's time go by her.
In the mirror she sees what she is
and imagines what she really wanted to be
what she thought she would be, someday,
but live took that away...
She imagined herself with someone on that mirror
but that went away too ...
So she started to think "What am I gonna do?
Who is going to want me now?
Who am I going to be?
Who's going to love me?"
I don't know was the answer to the questions,
she thought, and convinced herself of that,
not making a single move,
standing there, by the hall, in front of the broken mirror.
The truth is, she needed to repair that mirror
repair her way to see things and to see herself
but she couldn't do it alone,
she still can't,
and so she's waiting for someone to come along
replace that mirror with a new one
and give her a new vision of herself
a side even she didn't knew,
because sometimes, repairing isn't good enough,
and what she needed was not the same mirror,
but an improved perspective of her own life.
