It starts with a glance in the mirror,
ends on my knees...

It\\\'s better than a razor,
i won\\\'t have any scars...

The sun is rising again
Shining brightly down...

I've always thought so strongly
Of what we could be...

I've been twisted; torn
All from your kindness...

You don't know me
You'll never see how I see...

The weak heart that lies in me
Taken all my breath away...

I hate the feelings I try to hide
So ashamed for feeling I must live this lie...

For some people,
Glancing into the mirror...

I need to stop pretending that I know you'll be...
Because everytime I get my hopes up...

Love.
Four letters...