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The girl in the mirror looking back at me,
Is not the girl that i want to see.
She's dark, she's scary,
And seems to be all alone,
Who is this girl to have no home?

The blood is dripping from her face,
The life is sucked out of her including her grace.
She doesn't know what to do anymore,
And because of that she wants me to open "the door".

She's got the razor-blade in her hand,
She's going to do it without any commands.
She slides it just across the top layer skin.
The blood runs thick then goes thin.

I thought the pain would stop her there,
But there was no pain to share.
This time when she cuts, she goes a little deeper.
And every time she cuts, she gets a little weaker...

The time she had will always go on.
She just wasn't happy and wanted to be gone.
What a sad sad little Swan.