When I look into a mirror, I don’t see what you do.
The face staring back at me isn’t the same one staring back at you.
He says that word ‘beauty’; I say the word ‘freak’.
You tell me I’m strong but really I’m weak.
You can’t see the dark tiredness buried in my eyes.
If only you knew, it’d take you by surprise.
That I don’t like the person staring back at me at all.
You say you don’t care; you’ll catch me if I fall.
I think in my head, ‘just let me tumble and I’ll finally be free.’
I’m not really a person anymore at least that’s what I see.
You say it’s not true, ‘you’re beautiful, you’re you.’
I tell you with a smile, I now see what you do.
But what you don’t know, is really I’m lying.
The girl in the mirror isn’t alive, she’s dying.