i look in the mirror
I see a young girl
Dress in a nice pink dress
But I know she’s dead
i know i'm dead
I know I’m just an auto pilot
For she died many years ago
I smile
I put others first
I put myself through torture everyday
Making sure others forget the bad
But you can’t forget bad things
You can push it on someone else though
I remember the bad things so that your happy
Because she would’ve wanted it that way