There's a girl in my mirror
and she's staring back at me
sometimes I think I know her
but no it can't be.
She looks so depressed
and her make-up is smearing
her eyes are sad
and she's lost an earring.
One time I saw her
blood was coming from her lips
I looked for her again but there was nothing but a blur
I tried to reach for her but the glass touched my fingertips.
There were scars on her arms
and a slit on her wrist
and on her necklace were pills make into charms
I looked down on the table and saw a long list.
And on the list were ways ot commit suicide
she always looked down
and somehow I knew why she wanted to die
I never once saw her without a frown.
There's a girl in my mirror
sometimes I still wonder who this girl could be
but when I'm all alone I know one thing
that girl in the mirror is me.