I stand infront of the mirror, Is that really me? Am I realy that hideous? I realy wonder what people see in me.
I walk back and forth, My eyes tracing up and down, It makes me want to throw up at the sight.
Does he loves me, he realy does. But i cant see why? I свинг, качели my wrist at the mirror, I watch the tiny pieces of glass floating down the ground, The reflection is long gone.
The horrors still fixed in my mind. Those horroible baby blue eyes staring back at me, The anger rises, I can see them still, Still shining, glisting through the shreds of glass. On the floor. It kill me to see.