I look into the mirror
And all I see...

I lay in my bed all alone in the world
As I stare up at the ceiling...

Mascara tears fall down her face
Making her feel so very weak...

I long for the touch of the razor against my skin
Slowly digging in...

I sit here and wonder
About how my life could've been different...

Why can't anybody see
That this girl isn't the real me...

Sitting on her window sill
Reflecting on years past...

Thoughts of suicide race through my head
As I lye awake in my bed...

You treat me like dirt
And yet I stick around...

Why can't I stop thinking of you
Your name races through my head day after day...

Starting over
It's something I've always told myself I'd do...

My past is locked away
Locked in a box where it will remain...