Erryday im hustlin

Mirror, mirror, on the wall,

can I delude myself to fall

in love with the wretch that I see,

who's sickened gaze stares back at me?

Scale, scale, on the floor,

can I avoid you one day more?

I'm still afraid that you'll display

the truth I hide from every day.

Can I just twist my mind around

until I feel safe and sound?

Adjusting beauty to fit me

by ignoring reality?

Or do I take a chance and try

to change myself in my own eye

until I'm who I want to be?

Can it be done? I guess we'll see.

Iron, iron, in my hand,

will pumping you make my arms grand?

Treadmill, treadmill, in the gym,

will running on you make me slim?

Diet, diet, no more shit,

will eating healthy make me fit?

Scale, scale, on the floor,

Show me what my work's been for.

Mirror, mirror, on the shelf,

Are you for real? Is that myself?

I don't look perfect, that's ok;

I like the way I look today.