People say she wonderful, people say she pretty, she stares in the mirror seems like hours wondering why she cant see what other see, she cames close to the mirror she wants to look in her eyes, so she stares in those green eyes i can see my soul its there hiding from itself, i ask why do they see me a wonderful why do they see me a pretty, i dont get it, i see everything horrible, now the pieces of the mirror is falling all round me little pieces cutting me but its not to bad, now i look at the place the where the mirror used to be now iam pretty.
