What is a mirror ? 
What's it tell us? 
Lies? Truth? 
What's it reflecting? 
What we are? What we want to see? 

I know nothing more capricious than a mirror 
It can choose to make us love or deteste all that we are 
Our face, our body, ourselves 
Nothing escapses it 

And in this game which is familiar, 
With all the traps and pitfulls, it never ends up loosing 
It laughs, and our tears, our fears and our pain 
It mocks us 
And what we do in return ? We encourage it 

Some even believe what the mirror says, and sell their body to it 
They begin to lose weight, and money, in order to please it 
They mark themlselves with cowards scars, 
Hoping one day to become more beautiful than Narcissus 
And god alone knows than you obtain the most beautiful smile, manage ready to suffer a thousand trials 
How sad! Because in the end, there is the main fact that being us, that makes us peculiar and beautiful 
But Man is afraid, he's scared by his differences, scared of what of his mind says, scared of what the mirror will think 
Fear, what is the strange feeling, all over those composing a whole life? 

But let me give you some piece of advise 
Break it, break the mirror 
It blinds you 
And be you, simply you 
That'd be enough 
Believe me