I look at her, and the first thing i think "look at what
she's done to herself,
she screwed everything up, and pushed away everyone else.
once she was beautiful, happiness at it's peak,
now she's lost, with a tear on her cheek.
she's lost to everyone, alone in her life.
her arms are marked with the edge of a knife.
her legs are covered with cuts of a blade,
her heart, is it there, or did it already fade.
where did she go, that happy shining face?
who is this person, that's taken her place? 
why does she cry, and cut, and bleed?
what does she want? what does she need?
I don't know this girl, nobody does.
is she truely lost, the girl she once was?
she feels so much pain, but she hates to cry.
where has she gone, where and why?
this new girl's a wreck, a lost soul in the night.
i miss the old girl, so pretty and bright."
and I think these things, wondering where she could be,
while im sitting here looking, at this girl that i see.
but i know that this girl i'm watching is me.