I look in the mirror,
And what do i see,
A pretty little face,
starring back at me.
She has a few scars,
And tears in her eyes.
For her scars tell the truth,
And her pretty face lies.
Nobody knows,
Its her disguise,
Till the scars,
Turn to little red lines.
But now there not so little,
And its makeing a mess.
I know i am doomed,
So i must confess.
Its wasnt so funny,
No not to me,
You bullied, and bullied,
Now dont you see?
Your the reason im dizzy,
Thenreason im sore,
The reason i hurt,
That reason and more.
