The girl in the mirror,
She's killing me.
It hurts to smile,
Hurts to breath.

The Mirror Girl
Haunts me,
She sees my weaknesses,
And greets them, painfully.

The failure,
The beast,
The monster,
The witch.

Ashamed to breath and she knows it...

I see her face,
She's laughing.
She knows I'm broken inside.
I feel her claws,
She's ripping,
At every seam I hide.

So I'll kill myself,
For the Mirror Girl,
Because peace of mind is all that matters.
I'll kill myself,
For the Mirror Girl,
In hopes that the glass might shatter...

 
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