Looking in the mirror
And what do I see?
A girl in with tears on her cheeks
Seeing blood on her wrists
And a streak though her heart
She says **** me, **** me! Put me out of my pain!"
When she's around family, friends or on the phone
She puts on the show
Whoa the show
She stands their smiling
Tears building up inside
What's happening inside her mind?
Oh!
It's the show!
She has a problem... She fears the world
Yeah she's friendly
Yea She's nice
But take my advice...
Don't upset her
Don't make her mad!
But it's just that...
I put on mascara, heavy eyeliner too
Blush, cover up, eyeshadow, lip gloss too!
But I shouldn't some days!
Cause it washes away,
Through my tears.
When I'm with ones who don't know me at all
I but on the Show
And try not to bawl!
Jul 31, 2010
Jul 31, 2010 at 12:29 PM UTC
Looking in the mirror
And what do I see?
A girl in with tears on her cheeks
Seeing blood on her wrists
And a streak though her heart
She says **** me, **** me! Put me out of my pain!"
When she's around family, friends or on the phone
She puts on the show
Whoa the show
She stands their smiling
Tears building up inside
What's happening inside her mind?
Oh!
It's the show!
She has a problem... She fears the world
Yeah she's friendly
Yea She's nice
But take my advice...
Don't upset her
Don't make her mad!
But it's just that...
I put on mascara, heavy eyeliner too
Blush, cover up, eyeshadow, lip gloss too!
But I shouldn't some days!
Cause it washes away,
Through my tears.
When I'm with ones who don't know me at all
I but on the Show
And try not to bawl!
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