There's this girl in the mirror,
I wonder who she is.
Sometimes I think I know her
and sometimes I wish I did
There is a story in her eyes,
lullabies and goodbye.
when she's looking back at me,
I can tell she's hurting inside.
She smiles with all that she has left,
yet tears are left un-dried
and though she's got so much to say,
she's bottles it up inside.
If you look past her broken eyes
to a shadow no one sees,
a disguise so you won't recognise,
that the girl might be really me.
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