Looking in the mirror
is a painful experience by half,
The girl I see, I always see
Just makes me want to die.
Her fat face smiles as she tries to rehearse a false show for the world,
a happy girl with no cares but what she'll do tonight.
Lies, all lies.
It's just a fat face with a false smile on a fat girl with an ugly face looking at me out of a dusty mirror.
It looks like she's crying now,
and cold stabs my own cheeks from my eyes.
Why does she have this effect on me and why can't she just die.
