Stare
In the mirror
The same pretty girl is lookin back at you
Frownin
Maybe she is sick of the feelings that your hiding
Cry
The reflection wipes the tears off her cheek
As you watch them run down your face
Maybe she is sick of the rivers you cry
Hate
The felection loves this game
Or maybe she is just used to it by now
Cover
Your pain with those mascara eyes
The reflection will remian a clean slate
Why?
Maybe shes sick of being fake
