I woke up in the morning saw my reflection in the mirror
I couldn’t recognize myself
From size eight to twenty-eight
From figure eight to big twenty-eight
I murdered my self-respect long time ago
I went ahead and murdered my image
Changed a perfect image to a broken image
Still on self-reflection
You can call me a murderous bitch if you like
Because the truth is I’m guilty as charged
Still looking in the mirror and on this self-reflection shit
I cannot recognize myself
Reminiscing on my little rituals to get ahead in life
I feel no remorse, for life itself is cruel
Forcing my hand, and leaving me no choice but to act.
Still on self-reflection
~Luchis~