Do you ever have those times where you don't hate yourself?
For a moment you look in the mirror and smile.
You don't despise the face looking back at you,
And you even wonder why you ever did,
But then you walk away from the mirror.

Five minutes later you come back to the mirror,
You look at the ******* in front of you,
And you even wonder why you ever thought you were pretty,
Why in the world you thought you were okay,
And then you walk away and leave blood on the tiles.