I am tired no one can see,
Who is the real me...

There's this boy who keeps me up all night,
Thoughts of him racing through my mind...

She sits in her room, staring at her knife,
Trying to figure out if it's the right thing to...

I'm spiraling downward into a deeper depression,
A darker hole that no one can get me out from...

She will not be forgotten,
So she'll beat me to death...

She's strong on the surface,
But what's underneath the composure...

Staring out the window, no direct thoughts,
Just thinking of what used to be...

She sits on an old tire swing,
Thinking of the memories she's lost...

One explanation
For my beating heart...

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Why do you tell such lies...

You say you love me,
But how do I know you aren't lying...

She sits there alone in the night crying
The rain mixes in with her salty tears...