When you think of me
Think of a rose bleeding
When you think of me
Think of a puddle that people step on
When you think of me what comes to mind?
Is it something you despise or is it something you cherish?
When I think of myself
I don't really know
My mood changes with the blink of an eye
And sometimes I don't know why
So when you think of me
Think of lost treasure
When you think of me what do you see?
I want to think of myself as the girl in the mirror.
