Why can't I see the girl in the mirror All her demons are playing Chinese whispers One by one the secrets meet the conscious Hidden wounds deform the mind The pain you feel at the initial tear of a bandaid, every time you uncover another scathe Bleeding out despair You can not run You can't decorate a gun in roses and tell me it won't **** you You must confide in what you ignore Stare into the mirror until you welcome the girl with open arms Let out what's hiding beneath your lair