• I look into the mirror
    and what do I see
    Somebody who resembles me
    She is different
    she is sad inside
    and that sadness she tries to hide.
    The smile she wears upon her face is just a fascade
    and one of these days shes going to fade
    No one is there to show her the right way
    or have something sweet to say
    She is alone,
    no one to even call on the phone
    She lives on day, by day
    always headed down the wrong way
    Maybe someone will come to help her
    maybe someone will show her
    all the love and kindness she could bare
    But they better hurry
    for her life is getting ready to scurry.