I look in the mirror and see a girl,
Who is staring back at me.
I don't know who she is,
Because she's not the girl I wana be.

She puts a smile on,
While inside she is falling apart.
She says, "I'm okay",
As pain fills her heart.

She pretends not to care,
As everyone slowly walks away.
She hides behind her mask,
And pretends to be okay.

She is scared to open up,
And call someone her best friend.
They all turn out the same,
And never really care in the end.

She is scared to let people close,
It always ends up as heartache.
She decides to trust someone,
But it always ends up as a big mistake.

She feels like a stranger in her own home,
Like she doesn't even belong.
She tries the best she can,
But it always seems to be wrong.

She freezes up at the word "love",
People throw it around too much.
Her muscles constrict,
As she is afraid to be touched.

She has ideas for the future,
Hopes and dreams of her own.
But she doesn't hold her breath,
Because disappointment is all she has ever known.

She asks, "Why am I never good enough",
"Why am I always second choice"?
People tell her she's got to stand up for what she wants,
She's got to find her own voice.

I know who I wanna be,
It's all so much clearer.
But the fact of life is,
I'm only the girl in the mirror.

I look in the mirror and see a girl,
Who is staring back at me.
I don't know who she is,
Because she's not the girl I wana be.

She puts a smile on,
While inside she is falling apart.
She says, "I'm okay",
As pain fills her heart.

She pretends not to care,
As everyone slowly walks away.
She hides behind her mask,
And pretends to be okay.

She is scared to open up,
And call someone her best friend.
They all turn out the same,
And never really care in the end.

She is scared to let people close,
It always ends up as heartache.
She decides to trust someone,
But it always ends up as a big mistake.

She feels like a stranger in her own home,
Like she doesn't even belong.
She tries the best she can,
But it always seems to be wrong.

She freezes up at the word "love",
People throw it around too much.
Her muscles constrict,
As she is afraid to be touched.

She has ideas for the future,
Hopes and dreams of her own.
But she doesn't hold her breath,
Because disappointment is all she has ever known.

She asks, "Why am I never good enough",
"Why am I always second choice"?
People tell her she's got to stand up for what she wants,
She's got to find her own voice.

I know who I wanna be,
It's all so much clearer.
But the fact of life is,
I'm only the girl in the mirror.