whos that girl behind the mirror staring back at me,
it's so hard to see, fuzzy memories of the past
come back to haunt me, the way life used to
be, before it went all black, and now all those
good times are stuck in the past,
and they are never coming back.
the girl behind the mirror lives in a fantasy world,
I live in a cruel, dark world,
where hate conquers love,
where you realize that it's just too late.
The girl behind the glass had brown hair,
and the most haunting hazel eyes that I
once had, now I have black eyes,
and rain falls from the midnight sky.
the girl behind the mirror has it all,
and here I am beginning to fall, and there
isn't anyone there to catch me,
this is not the way my life is supposed
to be, I want to believe that there is something good
out there, but then again, I'm no longer the girl
behind the mirror.
I walk alone on this empty street,
I can only look down at my feet,
because everyone think i'm sort
of infecting diesease that refuses
to go away, and now I can no longer stay
in this world of black and gray, but that girl
behind the mirror once lived in color, and was
once so happy, now life is hard, love is so
horrid, it's like everything was taken away and
she was pushed into the lonely days, where everything
is black and gray.
So here I am again, looking at the girl behind the mirror,
and no longer does she have the hauntingly beauiful
hazel eyes, no longer is she smiling, no longer does she
have everything, finally, I can clearly see,
that the girl behind the mirror is only an image of
who I used to be....
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