A mirror covered with tiny cracks
Distorts the image reflected back
A distorted view on life is projected
Through the media, we are all instantly affected
When looking through a camera it's easy to pretend
That the world is just as perfect as it looks through the lense
My view is distorted when I cry
As the film of blurry tears covers my eyes
Distorted, spoiled, our lives seem flawed
But over time things become clearer, more and more
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