Over and over i ask myself what could be wrong with me,
When i look in to the mirror i don't reconize what i see,
I used to be so happy even normal if you most say,
Sometime i wish i could go back and relive those days,
The person that i'm looking at wears black lipstick and way to much eyeliner,
Carves words in her wrist that she says defines her,
She's got snakebites in her lip and you'll neve see her smile,
Everyone knows shes addicted to drugs but yet shes in denial,
Black is the only color shes wears,
It helps her look tough so that no one sees all the blood and tears,
YOu can't even imagine some of the things shes been through and done,
Worst of all this girl is what i've become!
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