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I'm so tired
But i can't sleep
There's a stranger in the mirror looking back at me.
Her eyes are cold
Her hair is limp
I wanna sock it to her but i'm just a wimp.
I hate her for what she's done,
I hate her for who she is.
That girl in the mirror has all but won.
She tore me apart,
She broke me in two,
That girl in the mirror offers nothing to you.
She threw me away,
To rot in the dust,
But i will be rid of her between dawn and dusk.
That girl in the mirror lies dead on the floor,
In front of the mirror, behind her one door.
She payed for what she did.
As she lays in that puddle of blood,
She holds a picture of two
To remember who she was.
That girl on the floor broke my heart,
That girl on the floor tore me apart.
Now i will tell you a secret,
So listen closely.
That girl on the floor,
That traitor,
Is me.