Reflection

Nobody knows what she’s going through
Nobody realizes she’s there
Because she’s nothing new.
There’s no one to see the bruises dark on her face
Listen to her sobs in the night
Notice the thin lines on her arms
Hear her try to say it’ll be all right.

But it won’t be for her
She’s cracking under pressure
She’s scared to talk to anyone
Falling apart at the seams.

You wouldn’t know it just by looking at her
But life isn’t kind to this girl
No, it’s cruel
Eating her from the inside out
She wants to scream, she wants to shout.
It’s a war that she’s fighting
Fighting with her every breath
It keeps her up at night crying
The pattern will repeat till she’s dead.
She’s loosing quickly
Falling behind
If she looked at her reflection
What would she find?
Where is the line drawn?
Between what’s wrong and what’s right?


So she looks at her reflection
In the cracked glass.
She looks at the bruises, the blood and the breaks
All a cruel piece of her fate
And something inside her breaks
She hurts worse than ever before
So she cries, cries, cries
In a high school bathroom lying on the floor.
There’s nobody there for her
Not you or me
She’s all alone
But she wants to come clean.

You wouldn’t know it just by looking at her
But life isn’t kind to this girl
No, it’s cruel
Eating her from the inside out
She wants to scream, she wants to shout.
It’s a war that she’s fighting
Fighting with her every breath
It keeps her up at night crying
The pattern will repeat till she’s dead.
She’s loosing quickly
Falling behind
If she looked at her reflection
What would she find?
Where is the line drawn?
Between what’s wrong and what’s right?

Invisible to the world around her
She sits on the bathroom tile
Leans up against the wall
Just trying to survive
And she cries harder than ever before.
Cause right now
Tears are all she’s got
And she wants to make them last
She’s living in a cruel world
Not sure if she’s going to make it.
She looks into the glass
Busted and broken
Much like her heart
And she knows that her secret
Is tearing her apart

You wouldn’t know it just by looking at her
But life isn’t kind to this girl
No, it’s cruel
Eating her from the inside out
She wants to scream, she wants to shout.
It’s a war that she’s fighting
Fighting with her every breath
It keeps her up at night crying
The pattern will repeat till she’s dead.
She’s loosing quickly
Falling behind
If she looked at her reflection
What would she find?
Where is the line drawn?
Between what’s wrong and what’s right?

Life is a precious, thing in our hands
To throw it away, because of hurts and demands
Seems like a cruel way to end someone’s life
Where is the line drawn?
Between what’s wrong and what’s right?