Kissing the mirror; obsessed with your reflection,
red lipsticks prints; in love with yourself...

Verse 1]
Let it go...

Don't let him get away with hitting you,
show him who's better...

Dear Mother,
I am who, I am. I am not changing for you. Mother...

Feelings grew rapidly,
hearts torn...

She ran away to Hollywood,
thinking she had enough skill...

I am a writer of poetry.
And I am a friend when you need a hand...

Smile like you need it babe,
show him those flaws...

Mirror images of our former selves,
stereotypical beans...

One of those days,
the seems endless...

Walking to the golden gates.
Looking at the ground nothing...

You left.
It seemed like over night...