The Girl in the Mirror
The girl in the mirror is slowly dying.
She’s suffocating in people’s lying.
She doesn’t know what to believe.
She wishes this life was one she could leave.
She feels like her life is just one nightmare.
She can’t awaken; she feels a scare.
The inside of her is dying in pain.
She’s stuck in a room that’s full of rain.
Her tears are flooding the blood on the floor.
She’s stuck in a room without a door.
She never keeps the love she wants.
Shame, guilt, blame is all that haunts.
Catch her before she hits the ground.
Nobody’s around cause there’s no sound.
The girl in the mirror; who could she be?
Is the girl, is she really me?
I don’t know, don’t know who I am.
Is that the blood of the dead lamb?
The lamb of God; please save me, save me.
I think this lamb just hates me, hates me.
Cause I’m not worth even having a life.
“Hey, Lamb, could you hand me that knife?”
To bring it in the skin on my wrist,
Is all I need to clear the mist.
I can barely see what’s surrounding me.
When will my savior come to save me?
The girl in the mirror, oh crap, it was me.
Now I’m fading; the blood’s falling down.
My reflection will never be found.
Now there’s no more girl in the mirror,
Cause now she’s dead and you’ll never see her.
Copyright © Nicole King | Year Posted 2010
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