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I look into the mirror and what do I see?
A person living inside herself surviving form a dream.
I look and see a life full of empty.
Don't even speak,
I'm sick of this dream.
And I am sick of the sweet songs
that you love to sing.
What am I here here for,
and why can't I live out in
the real world,
where everybody else exists?
I am nineteen,
but in your eyes,
a little girl.
Someone who knows nothing,
whose world is obscure.
I am scared and frighten of the possibilities,
but beyond your aspirations
there is more to me.
And I can take on the world
and I am ready to move on to another dream
Darling Papa,
dear papa open your eyes and see:
It's not real,
but it's real enough for me.
What do you think I think your life is about?
I pity your aspirations for me.
You can't see what I see.
You see the stars in my eye
but can't see my dream
I'm a fake,
I'm a phony
the best actress that ever lived.
The only one's who see me can see through my mask,
and that's more than you ever did for me.
Don't misunderstand me,
I would die for you today.
Don't even start to pray
All my life,
I've prayed
for you to understand.
Hold me,
and guide me,
take me by the hand.
Well three out of four ain't bad.
All my life I've tired to live for you.
and when it was for me,
it was wrong,
no matter what I'd do.
Well I've made my bed,
and now I have to lay,
you have no idea how close it is,
until judgment day.
All my life,
I've waited oh so long,
for someone to understand,
even one breath of my song.
I don't think you know,
no matter how you care.
I don't know what you see,
when you look at me.
