The air is cold, and leaves rain down on the street.
I used to be kind and sweet, till I sat in the schoolyard with worms in my teeth.
I stare into the mirror, sixteen years deep—
Who is that girl with the pale, hollowed cheeks?
They all point and laugh, but they'll never come close to what I have.
Loving myself is a lot harder than I thought.
They ask me, "What are you supposed to be?"
I tell them, "I'm supposed to be me, but I'm not."
You better watch what you say to me if you know what's good for you.
I took too many wrong turns—I've got nothing left to do.
Shadows close in, it's getting hard to breathe.
Darkness swallows the blue from my eyes.
Who could love someone like me?
The girl from the schoolyard with worms in her teeth.
I used to be kind, I used to be sweet,
But now I'm laughing in the dark to the soundtrack of their screams.
Wearing the skin of the unloved, funny how things go from a push to a shove.
Why am I not deserving of love?
Whatever happens below, happens above.
I played tricks to get treats,
Made them all pay for the way they threw their stones at me,
Forgetting more and more about the girl who was sweet,
With worms in her teeth.
Now she's buried in the graveyard next to those I now call friends.
I rip up the girl in the picture, and cry in the mirror.
It's crazy how fun can make the time fly, as I read between the lines.
Who is that grinning back at me in the mirror? What are those eyes? Because they're not mine...
Where are my eyes, where are my eyes,
Where am I?
Those aren't my eyes...
Those aren't my eyes...
Those aren't my eyes.
