I look in the mirror,
and I tell that girl looking back,
“You are enough, always.”
She doesn’t believe me.
She’s got tears running down her cheeks,
she tells me,
“I’m just white trash.”
I look in the mirror,
and I tell that girl looking back,
“You are enough, always.”
She doesn’t believe me.
She’s got tears running down her cheeks,
she tells me,
“I’m just white trash.”
soul. speak. 