There’s this girl,
I know I see her everyday.--
She's miserable from head to toe;
She's not as happy as she says.
Outside she puts on a smile,
But she's crying inside.
All the while she pretends what they say doesn't bother her,
So she just laughs...
But her eyes are pouring out invisible tears.
She acts as though she loves life,
But really she feels like, "Why not? It's not like it would matter!"
I know this girl well!
I even know her thoughts.
She tries so hard to be perfect...
But at the end of the day,
She feels like she's not good enough...
Like life is sometimes too tough.--
This girl is part of me.
She’s always there.
Because I see her whenever I look in the mirror.