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To state the truth, i am not at all what you think

Most of the time, I am two steps closer to jumping off the brink

I cannot stand the person that I have become

Walking the streets empty and numb



Who is the girl in my mirror, staring back at me

How come she looks like no one I have ever seen

If she is supposed to look like me, then something is not alright

The one I see in my reflection is a hideous sight



What am I to do now that all my hopes and dreams have vanished

How am I supposed to go on since my faith has been shattered

It is hard to figure out my destiny when hope has strayed

and every tear is tainted and tattered