Scars hidden behind the fear.
Nothing there, except unseen tears.
She has no history,
Her life is just one big mystery.
Look behind her mask.
And see that she will never forget the present or past.
So use your wisdom and treat her well.
She is sick and twisted as hell.
Let her live her own life.
Take away her worries and take away her knife.
She is permanently scarred, inside and out.
Her life is dead, without a doubt.
So let us help with her cure,
For we know everything about her is pure.
Leave her be, and let her choose,
To live life with or without the blues.
Her time is not yet near the end,
But this life she wishes not to mend.
Do not take her now or ever.
Let us try and help her forever.
Let us show her that we care,
We will always try to be there.
If ever you need a friend,
We will be there until the end.
But for the worst of times, when you need to see your own life clearer,
Don't be afraid to look in the mirror.
For then you may see what's behind the mask,
The lovely innocent girl who needs help, if only she'd ask.
So never think, not for a second,
That your life is gone, we can teach you lifes lesson.
Just let us help to cure your strife,
So you can have a normal life.
Help is so much nearer,
Just don't underestimate the power of the mirror.
