Clear tears are reflected in the mirror
Fingertips lie on cold glass
Locking eyes with someone I used to know
Back when they had thought before they acted
Back before they were beautiful
Back before they were loved

But now
I don't recognize the figure
The beautiful lie she portrays
Touting herself as honest
Then breaking him with not one
But four lies
The boy loves her
She loves the boy
But not enough apparently
Now the relationship with the boy she dreamed of
Hangs on by a thread
And it's all her fault
Eyes tell the story of her haunting guilt
Nightly tears
Can't seem to forgive herself
But no one else seems to see
But the ******* the other side of the mirror

Fingertips slide down the glass
I beg to the good one for help
But she turns her back
I break down and pray for a miracle
Because it'll take one to fix this