THE GIRL IN MY MIRROR
WHEN I LOOK IN THE MIRROR,
I SEE A GIRL. THAT IS HURT INSIDE AND OUT.
SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE ME AND HER IS CONNECTED.
I WISH I COULD TALK TO HER. TO FIND OUT WHATS WRONG.
I WILL TELL HER ITS OK IM HERE FOR YOU,
AND EVERYTHING WILL BE OK,
AND YOU DONT HAVE TO SCARED.
THE GIRL IN MY MIRROR IS CRYING,
BECAUSE OF YOU. THE GIRL IN MY MIROOR IS ME.
I SEE A GIRL. THAT IS HURT INSIDE AND OUT.
SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE ME AND HER IS CONNECTED.
I WISH I COULD TALK TO HER. TO FIND OUT WHATS WRONG.
I WILL TELL HER ITS OK IM HERE FOR YOU,
AND EVERYTHING WILL BE OK,
AND YOU DONT HAVE TO SCARED.
THE GIRL IN MY MIRROR IS CRYING,
BECAUSE OF YOU. THE GIRL IN MY MIROOR IS ME.
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