When did you get so old?
Why did your stares turn cold?
How many times have you cried?
Why are you so unsatisfied?

I see the guilt in your eyes,
I see the smoke around you start to rise,
I see the pain etched across your face,
I see the anger taking the fear away.

I haven't seen you for a while,
Since you lost that smile,
I reach out to you, maybe I can help,
But I feel cold glass where I see myself.

The mirror can't disguise,
When you're not hiding behind lies.
Who knew that a pretty face
Would cause so much disgrace?

I see the scars on your skin,
I see you've found the razor again.
I see the tears stream down your face,
I see how your heart begins to race.

The glass turns gray, and you look to the right,
You see your boy and his girl dance in the moonlight.
You see your father's last breath taken away,
And the girl you don't want who wants you to stay.

I see the ghost of a girl that I used to know well,
Last year before it all turned to hell.
I see the girl get on her knees,
And say, "Somebody **** me, please."

I see the warrior under it all,
Even though she seems quite small,
She'll fight, because she knows what's right,
She'll never be done, not exactly, not quite.

I see the smoke exhale from my lips,
I see the scars on my hips,
Imagine me having no fear,
If I never looked into the mirror.