I stare in the mirror and see my reflection.Â
The girl standing there isn’t beautiful.Â
Beautiful is what I want to be,Â
Even if it is only in the eyes of the one I love.Â
But beautiful I will never be for my love sees me through my eyes.Â
Tears fun down my face as I take that blade, I cut deep so that I can forget my sorrowÂ
and focus on the pain.

