I'm looking in the mirror
and I'm hating what i see...

Today I'll tell a lie
if you ask me what i ate...

I see this young girl
in her early teens...

My cousin was adopted
when she was only 7...

I'm sorry i was born
it was not my choice...

I want to go to sleep
and never wake up...

This month on the 25th
wont be like the others...

When the day is done
And there's no one else around...

Your pants won't fit
your shirts they shrink...

I see these broken pieces
all gathered in my hand...

A better life they call it
a chance to help her grow...

This girl i know so well
is fighting with herself...