I look into the mirror, I don't know what I see

All I know, it isn't me.

Carry on I must, for there are things to do

But I ponder upon thee, what did I see?



I look into the mirror, I HATE what I see

It tears up, every part of me

Carry on I must, for there are things to do

I wonder how to find a remedy.



I look into the mirror, I break down crying

I can't stand, all the lying

Carry on I must, for there are things to do

Looking to escape, I don't know what to do...



I see darkness... I hear crying...

The pain inside me is absolutely thriving.

I let them down, in such a haste

For I was replaced, by my choice...

With pain and suffering instead of my voice...