The mirror doesn't hide the crimson pain.

I cut,
I cry,
I bleed,
I die...

You laugh,
You smile,
You grin,
All the while...

My wrist soaked red,
I should now be dead.

You point and grin,
As I pay for sin.

The red flows down,
Covering the ground.

You stand and stare,
Theres blood everywhere.

I look to see,
That your...really me.

The mirror turns black,
I won't be back.