I see a face in the broken mirror,
She’s the girl with the broken soul,
She cries herself to sleep almost every night,
She’s tired of being broken and alone.

The pieces of her broken heart, 
Are too small to save,
She keeps her chin up for the rest of the world,
Pretending she is brave.

The broken friendships, the broken love,
The broken girl inside,
She doesn’t want anyone to know,
So she makes sure that she hides.

She cries, she’s scared,
She’s alone, she cuts,
She realises what she’s done,
And her broken soul is more hurt.

She paints her face every morning,
Not letting anyone see,
The pain underneath her made up skin,
I know because this broken girl is me.