Mirror, mirror on the wall tell me what you see. do you see the inside of my soul, or do you see my physically? why do you ask if I'm okay, do i look like I'm fine? can you notice the tears, and blackness of my eyes. can you notice the scars that are painted on my wrist. do you even see the inside of my dying heart whats left of you and me. when i see the reflection the more my heart breaks. my fairytale ended now I'm here to stay. gun is pointing to my head and I've got nothing left to say
