Lovely

Isn't she pretty
this girl in my mirror
but to be dead inside
is no longer her fear
she's already died
many many years ago
but with her fake smile
you'll never know
she has her fake nails
and make-up
with her extensions
all dolled up
she wears the shirts
her boyfriend likes to see
she doesn't know
who she wants to be
isn't she lovely
but she don't mean a thing
walking threw pain
in the same swing
she's lost everything
even will to live
she can give you nothing
for she has nothing left to give
she keeps falling in love
and giving up her heart
she keeps getting hurt
and her world falls apart
she cries all along
when no one's around
her only comfort
is the cold ground
no one ever saw her
never guessed
what the pain feels like
the breaking in her chest
i hate her
that ugly Jezebel
i hate her
i wish she'd go to hell
that girl in my mirror
can't lie to me
coz I'll never think
she's lovely