• I look in the mirror only to see,
    A girl she is taunting me.

    But don't you see,
    Only wish she would let me be.

    She may not be pretty,
    And she certainly not nice.

    But she is mean and rude,
    And i fear this is her only mood.

    I see hate and sadness in her eyes,
    And alone in her room is where she cries.

    Sitting on her bed with a knife,
    She is ready to end her life.

    Shes been wrapped and she has been beaten,
    Its been six days since the last time shes eaten.

    Yes, she has seen things you would not wish to see,
    But this terrible, lonely girl ... is me