When I look into the mirror, a girl I do not see
I see a pain writhed loser staring straight back at me
I feel the earth begin to crumble and the ground begin to sink
Sadly, I can't stop this because this is what I think
I see a girl with a tiny figure, too thin to stay alive
Yet I starve myself in this captivity, this thing that we call life
I don't see the girl I knew three months ago, the one where I could smile
I haven't seen her in a long time, gosh, it's been awhile
I see a body full of anger, pain and regret
I see hundreds of scars on her body, some I haven't met
I see a figure quietly crying in late hours of the night
I see a soul longing for comfort, wondering when will it be alright
Although I have this pain, this torture deep inside
Some people never notice it because it's become too easy to hide
So I wash away the tears and the blood down the sink
Put down the razor because I was too late to think
When it's early in the morning, not a star left in the sky
I wake up furiously wondering what is what like to be alright
I can't remember happiness, I can only remember pain
And when I try too hard to get better, I just relapse all over again
When people try and give me comfort, I just push them away
I cannot stop myself from hurting them, because I know they'll hurt me the same
So I sit alone and deal with this, I'll deal with it for now
Until that razor starts whispering again and then I'll take a bow
