There's this girl in the mirror I wonder who she is. sometimes I think I know her and sometimes I wish I did. There is a story in her eyes, lullabies, and goodbye When she's looking back at me I can tell...she's hurting inside. She smiles with all that she has left, yet tears are left un-dried. And though she's got so much to say, she bottles it up inside. If you look past her broken eyes to a shadow no one sees, a disguise nobody would recognize, the girl is really me Sometimes the pain's too strong to bare and life gets so hard you just don't care. You feel so alone you just sit and cry and every second you wish you could die. Then you start thinking who would care. if one day they woke up-and you weren't there......