Slaving around the times,
Trying to make ends meet...

Two hands in mirror,
Choking me in my sleep...

Standing up for the rights in my eyes,
Anthem to stamp out being like this...

Swept under carpet,
Old memories of living...

Tying off the bow, perfect
Picture now complete...

Slowly dying in puddles of pain,
With an ever beating rash of rain falling...

Screaming out for something calm,
Perfect, nothing wrong...

All the pain and hatrid,
Preparing the questions to be sunk into...

I'm repeating history,
Same things keep putting me back, always...

Picture that's been painted,
A girl in the mirror, scared and alone...

We all fall in love,
Once, maybe twice...

Treat me just the same
As all the other girls queuing to win you...