You see a scar
I see an little girl about 5 years old on monkey bars
Who lost her grip and slipped right through her mamas arms
And the makeup still won't make it go away
You see dyed hair
I see an eleven year old dark haired girl in that salty air
Trying to keep her poise
Those teenage boys were everywhere
And dad sure had fun scaring them away
In my reflection, hidden under the imperfections
Lot of stories of my life and its lessons
I can see what you can't see in my reflection
You see these lines
I see a car load of my best friends on Friday nights
Staying out too late and laughing til we cried
I wouldn't change a single wrinkle for those days
In my reflection
Hidden underneath the imperfections
Are stories of my life and its lessons
I can see what you can not see in my reflection
You see alone
I see a woman who got tired waiting by the phone
Who made a choice and is doing just fine on her own
But you can't look and tell, it was a blessing
At least I an see what you can't see in my reflection