I'm looking in the mirror, all i can see is somebody with tearss on her face, and hurt in her eyes. Scars on her arms and black under her eyes. I watch her, i sit and watch her as she cries. I'm somebody, trapped in somebody that isn't me.

I have no where to go, no where to run, when i step out i get pushed in again. I sit there hopeless, is this the end?

I'm looking in the mirrod, all i can see is somebody with ribbons in her hair, a smile on her face. Wearing a dress, all pink with lace, this is somebody, somebody trapped in someone that isn't me.
There's nothing to do now, but sit and watch, the fake me, be trapped and locked in. I think to myself "Is this what i want, is this what life is all about?" Sitting here thinking of the little girl i let down.
Once more i look in the mirror, all i can see is a girl with a smile on her face, and pride in her heart, thinking it's a great time to get up and restart. This is somebody, somebody i used to know.