You, who was
More beautiful than a jewel
You, with the perfect lips
You have started to only see flaws in yourself
You think that you're changing from bad to good
But do you still recognize yourself?
No, why would you want to be perfect
When beauty is so imperfect
And cut, cut from your soul and from yourself
A little, a little more and all will be well
And cut, cut from your soul and from yourself
A little, a little more
It lies to you again
And if your mirror could tell you now in two words
Flawed soul, you have the perfect face
But your beauty lies to me
But tell me now in words
Your beauty lies to me
You, sweet youth
Have started to fear old age, you
You, undying beauty
Had in your smile that delicacy
You would do anything to be perfect
But who will repair your flawed heart
You don't see that the world is crazy
How plastic souls hold each others' hands
It lies to you again
And if your mirror could tell you now in two words
Flawed soul, you have the perfect face
But your beauty lies to me
But tell me now in words
Your beauty lies to me