She looks in the mirror everyday
to see the person she became.
The kind that will let you down
the kind to tell the truth and lie at the same time
And the kind that doesn't have a heart ⤠to open anymore.
She looks up at herself to see
everyone she let down
but only sees he own reflection.
Her eyes are all puffy,
her nose is all red,
her arms all bloody, and
there's still a tear to be shed.
As she takes the blade in hand,
she slowly drags it upward.
Confused by the thoughts of being
in love and cherishing life.
Substituting those thoughts with
obsession and choosing death.
She falls to the ground and it
all begins to fade.
