But it wasn't until I looked into the mirror and saw my ashen, bug-eyes reflection staring back at me that I realized how distraught I actually was. The girl in the mirror looked like a disaster victim. But inside I was holding it together, going through the motions. 'Cause I knew that if I faltered, if I sighed, if I let one tear slip - I just might fall to pieces.
-I wrote it but it's based off of an excerpt from Guitar Girl by Sarra Manning-
