I stand,
Staring into the mirror at the person being...
When I look into his eyes
All I see are truthful lies...
Self harm
Upon your arm...
Lost and alone, Left to die
No more tears left to cry...
She sits in the darkness,
With mascara running down her face...
I look in the mirror and the girl I see
Doesn\'t seem anything like me...
No...not true
Not even close to real...
Latter Rains Perfume
Sprinkled Upon Her Doubt...
She sits on the chair,
Staring out at the blackness...
In this basket is filled with stuff
that no one had ever seen...
I am the daughter,
That day after day...
She sits, face blank
Staring at the wall...