I look and in the mirror
and what do i see
a girl,
the girl, no one wants to be
Her troubled eyes,
and crooked smile,
Her mind messed up, cos of all the lies
Her mother downstairs,
her head in her hands
not is jesus can answer her prayers,
The father
just a figure
who fails to be there
and i stare
deep into the mirror
i see the mask
for the outside world
so no one will no
im a troubled girl
