You see a scar
I see a little girl about five years old on monkey bars
Who lost her grip and slipped right through her mama's 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 underneath the imperfections
Are the stories of my life and all its lessons
I can see what you can't see in my reflection

You see these lines
I see a car load full of my best friends on Friday nights
Staying out too late and laughing 'til we cried
I wouldn't trade a single wrinkle for those days

In my reflection
Hidden underneath the imperfections
Are the stories of my life and all its lessons
I can see what you can't see in my reflection

You see alone
I see a woman who got tired of 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 can see what you can't see in my reflection