When I look in the mirror all I see is scars all I see is a girl , unfamiliar to me.
Who I see wears a mask to hide
Who she truly is inside.
I see a fake smile to hide her sorrow everyday, I see the scars
Everyday I see this girl and everyday people fail to see me, inside the fake she talks to me,
To keep her from going in sane.
All the while crying to heal her pain...

There's a bruise on my collarbone.
I waved it off as, um,

I'm clumsy?

But if I am I guess I just walked straight into your kiss.

My dress is clinging to the scent of your aftershave
And my cigarette,

But they're both secrets

So I've locked them away in the back of my mind, to keep them fresh.

And I've hidden the dress at the back of the wardrobe, just in case I forget.