The Girl in the Mirror

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 all that she left , yet tears are left un-dried.

And though she's got so much to say , she bottles up inside.

If you look past her broken eyes to a shadow no one sees , a disguise so you won't recognize ,

the girl is really me.