That Stranger Is Me
I stare at the stranger in the mirror.
Who is she?
She used to have dancing eyes
-now they're filled with a thousand's whys
She used to have a beautiful smile
-but that too has been gone awhile
She used to dream and hope
-now all she does is shoot dope
She used to have a pretty face
-now it's just a dark, hollow place.
When did I become she,
and why won't she just let me be?