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