Look At Me
Looking at myself in the mirror
Who do I see is plain old me
Sure I've my own style of clothes and music
And how I should live my life
But I for one am a person who hates the look of her own skin
Because no one knows what I am really going through
And if they did they could write a book about my life
Because I am someone who has seen heaven and hell
Way too many times too count
As well balancing your sympathy
Because you think you know what I am going through
But sadly you don't and your sympathy simply becomes too much