looking through the mirror

looking through the mirror

i see this girl, looking at me
she stares blankly and i start to see
shes scared, and hurt inside
she has nobody, no one to confide

she reaches down, pulls up a knife
she doesnt want to be here, and live her horrid life
she cant bare her pain anymore
she wishes she did this long before

for all her friends, she let down
her family stares with a frown
she knows they're ashamed of her
and in their eyes shes just a blur

now tears streaming down her face
she wants to leave with a trace
she takes the knife, lets the blood fall to the floor
she laughs and does it some more

i look away, as she begins to cry
i realize the tears falling from my eye
its so easy to forget, that the girl i call she
well that girl... is really me