When you look into the mirror, do you like what you see?
When you think back to all the things you've done, do you regret anything?
When you recall all the things you've said, did you mean everything?
I don't like what i see in mirror, my fake smile hurts my cheeks.
I regret alot of things in the past, the scars on my wrist is my proof of my regrets.
I have never meant any loving words I've said to many people.
I do not like the person I've become,
But hey,
The person i am now is the person I was made to be.
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Nice words...I don't like what i see in mirror, my fake smile hurts my cheeks