A Girl Like Me

She looks back at me, her face pale and white,
her hair hangs wildly, and her eyes look sad and tight
if she dies tomorrow, next week or today,
there are things she will regret, and things that she should say
she's not afraid to die, but there are things she should have said,
but she didn't know how to voice them, so she kept them in her head
so if she never sees you, she wants you to know
you'll be in her heart wherever she may go
she looks into my eyes, this girl who i call 'she',
a tear falls down her cheek, it's so easy to forget that this girl is really me