Nobody seems to notice that tears run down her face
sometimes she doesn't know why she's here, she feels like such a waste
So no one knows the truth she'll put on a fake smile
But "fake" can only cover up for a while
at nights she screams in her pillow for a better tomorrow
she'd trade a life with anyone maybe just even borrow
she goes home and looks in the mirror to see if it's still her, because.... just.... maybe
and [I] cry because that person [I] see is [me]
