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The Girl In the Mirror
The girl in the mirror, who is she?
Is it someone else or is it me?
Why does the blood drop from her fingertips?
Seems like her body is a battlefield.
Why does she laugh when she's in pain?
Why does she try to please, expecting no gain?
She's dying inside, she'll go insane
Screams echoing inside like refrain.
She's sick in the head
Inside she is dead,
She wants to feel alive so she'll cut instead,
So she starts a with scratch and goes deep ahead.
This is an illness she cannot escape
She is fucked up and her mind is raped,
She'll die with words left unsaid
The voices won't stop until she has broken down,
But still she'll be smiling and laughing like a clown.
She's screaming for help but no one hears
She's leaving hints through her silent tears,
Acting tough was no good at all,
She's unfolding her secrets as she's beginning to fall.
Is it someone else or is it me?
Why does the blood drop from her fingertips?
Seems like her body is a battlefield.
Why does she laugh when she's in pain?
Why does she try to please, expecting no gain?
She's dying inside, she'll go insane
Screams echoing inside like refrain.
She's sick in the head
Inside she is dead,
She wants to feel alive so she'll cut instead,
So she starts a with scratch and goes deep ahead.
This is an illness she cannot escape
She is fucked up and her mind is raped,
She'll die with words left unsaid
The voices won't stop until she has broken down,
But still she'll be smiling and laughing like a clown.
She's screaming for help but no one hears
She's leaving hints through her silent tears,
Acting tough was no good at all,
She's unfolding her secrets as she's beginning to fall.
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