Sometimes when I look at the mirror
I wonder where that
Cheerful, expressive, happy girl has gone
She used to be beautiful, skinny, extroverted
I wonder where she's lost..
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Sometimes when I look at the mirror
I wonder where that
Cheerful, expressive, happy girl has gone
She used to be beautiful, skinny, extroverted
I wonder where she's lost..
