There's a girl in the mirror,
She's crying tonight
And nothing i say will make her alright.
I ask her whats wrong,
She says its her heart,
Its broken n torn n rips her apart.
I look a little later,I'm scared of my find
She's cut up her wrists, she's out of her mind
I look in there again, and what do I see?
The girl is lying dead...
And the girl is me.
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