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I look into my rearview mirror and see a glimmer of my past
I try to see through the eyes of the child that I once was
Everything was black and white, every choice so easy to make
Yet I wanted to grow up and belong to the world of grown ups
They could so whatever they wanted, do whatever they felt like
I remember wishing so hard to grow out of my clothes
Maybe buy some other fashionable clothes from Gap
And maybe then wear some mascara and lipstick, wear high heels
Why, I would look just perfect, and that would be all that would matter
So on that magical night with stars shining bright in the dark, 
I made a terrible wish- to be perfect without a single flaw
And so I resolved to be the first and to be the best
Everything must be perfect, from the start to the finish
And bit by bit, I grew out of my childhood 
And entered my teen years, doomed to be hard and bad
Oh, but I was perfect! I would say to myself
And I resolved to be that way
It was not surprising I had the perfect hair and the perfect looks
The perfect figure eight and the most beautiful smile
It felt wonderful at first, to be in all the attention,
To smile so gaily and feel so wonderful
It felt wonderful at first, to be invited 
To all the parties everyone held
Yet, one day, when I looked in the mirror,
And tried to find the little girl who had tried so hard to be perfect
All I saw was the teenage girl laughing and having fun
I realized there was really no me, I was no one
Just the perfect girl who could laugh off any thing and every thing
Yet, yet my laugh sounded so fake in my ears
I wondered if anyone else could see that too
I was straining to smile, I felt uncomfortable in my skimpy dress
I wanted so bad to be that little girl again, with freedom to choose
Whatever she wanted, whatever she liked
I wanted to be that little girl whose only pain had been her skinned knees
And she was true to herself, told herself the truth 
even when she was walking in a web of lies
I looked for her in my mirror, trying frantically just to see a shadow of her
But all I saw was many faces, all different.
My mirror was crowded with all the different masks I wore everyday
My smile was strained; my eyes had lost their twinkle
And I just wanted to start all over again

Be that little girl taking away that dreadful wish
So before you make a wish to be perfect, think again
To thine ownself be true,
you can never turn back time
To take back your wish to be perfect…
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