looking in the mirror I see

The girl that's there she isn't me

with long sharp nails and fangs to bite

she winks her eyes so filled with spite

Smiles then sighs

fills my head with lies

she sings her song

and knows she's wrong

It is impossible for her to love

and fly on wings of a dove

Yet she somehow manages

fixes her heart with bandages

She forces that smiles

and continues all the while

She is just so confused

and feels sometimes used

A ring on her left hand

in her heart is his command

She can't help but obey

She doesn't see another way

She can only run so far

You can still see the scar

The girl who once loved

Away she was shoved

At night she always cried

Until one day there she died.