The Mirrow
You wake up and I'm the first person you see
You only take hot showers
Hoping the steam will cover me
For once I can agree, I am better than you
You hate me because I tell you the truth
You cannot stand me, cause you know I'm better than you
You leave but you alwayz come back
Asking me how you look, I refuse to talk back
Some how you alwayz know what I want to say
Therefore you carry a bag just incase
With items you hope would help you look better
But we both know I am better than you
A dap there and here, a line here and there
In the end you only look worse, and I will still look better
Am glad you take those hot showers
Cause now the steam stands between me and you
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