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I see a pretty face when I look into a mirror
Pretty face, pretty body, green eyes is all they see
Can't they see the overwheming fear
That's through me? that's taking over me?

Monday I can't stop think of the guy I saw the night before
By Wensday I stop caring almost completely
Saturday I can't wait to be lured
By your love, that seems so momentarly

I lay in bed thinking how it could be
If I was strong and brave
Somebody other than me
I guess it's a feeling I will always crave

I fiddle with my pocket knife sometimes
Wondering why people would slit their wrists
When they could cut their throats, instead of having to live with those ugly lines
But then I realise what I was thinking, and start going into fits

I listen to surmens, help out my family
I smile a lot and act very kind
But I'm hiding in everything I do, really
I'm hiding behind myself, I must be losing my mind!

Maybe if someone proved their love
I'd stop thinking dthe way I do
Maybe from some sign from above
Maybe if I was loved, I'd notice you