There's a dead girl in my mirror
She gives me apples for my lunch
Poisoned apples
The poisoned apples cause much dilemma
They make my friends worry
And my mom yells
That I'm a selfish bitch
And I deserve to be homeless
Because I'll have better things to think about
Right.
There's a dead girl in my mirror
But every time I get close to her
They draw me away
Truth is, I want to be pretty like her
And be friends
We could count our ribs together
We could eat poisoned apples for every meal
And cause much dilemma
There's a dead girl in my mirror
She won't tell me why
But I know
My friend eats poisoned apples
Counts her ribs
And causes dilemma
Because she wants to be perfect
She wants people to tell her that she is
Not because she wants attention
Or is a selfish bitch
But she wants to believe it herself
There's a dead girl in my mirror
Everyone whisks her away
But she remains there
I look at her
And I look back at myself.
~Author's Note: this is somewhat abstract, yes, but I (hope) it is understandable. Its for that girl fighting her reflection, her image, her label, and what she does about it. This is because sometimes, your choice isn't always the right one, but its what you chose at the time. And you can't stop once you start...~
