There's this girl in the mirror, I wonder who she is. Sometimes I think I know her and sometimes I wish I did.  There is a story in her eyes, lullabies, and goodbye. When she's looking back at me I can tell...she's hurting inside.

She smiles with all that she has left, yet tears are left un-dried.   And though she's got so much to say, she bottles it up inside.  If you look past her broken eyes to a shadow no one sees, a disguise so you won't recognize, the girl is really me...