• I saw her again today
    as I looked at myself in the mirror,
    She was there like she always is
    laughing at me.

    I hurt myself today,
    when I tried to punch her again.
    but instead all I got from it
    was a broken mirror and a handful of glass.

    And though I couldn't see her face,
    through the blood and broken cracks
    I could still hear her.
    Laughing at me

    She never goes away,
    no matter how hard I try
    She's always there to laugh at me
    And I think that I know why.

    It's because I always need her,
    Though I hate her with all my being
    She's the one that you all see
    When I'm locked inside her, screaming

    I'm such a pitiful creature
    For needing her, my mask
    I think that's why she laughs at me
    My lie, you see, at last.

    I hate her!
    I want her gone!
    I need her...
    Without her I can't go on.

    This is why I see her,
    within my broken mirror,
    inside my shattered heart.
    And she'll always be there,
    Laughing at me.