When look at me Just what is it that you feel? Why are you afraid to ask? The mirror stays the same It's just the frame that's changed Why is that so hard to grasp? Before you throw that stone Think of all that you condone
Think of what you let go past I am not disposable I am not controllable I just can't see what you see as sense I am not of no consequence When you look at me What is it you feel? Why are you afraid to ask?