When I look into the mirror
There's this girl I see
She looks broken
She looks tired
But most of all
she looks angry
She looks ready
To tear apart
Anything that crosses her path.
If looks could kill
The mirror would be shattered
In a million pieces
Like her heart.
She scares me a lot
Because I know that inside
She's a soft kind soul
Who's lost her way home
And her soul is resting
Upon a flower
Warm gentle hands
Mending her broken heart
Don't judge a book by its cover
Because there's a lot under.
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