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Trying to be perfect. Don't like what I see Oh mirror, mirror Your killing me The pills I take, they help me sleep I know that I shouldn't But I just can't handle the pain I need to be perfect Maybe
When you looked in to my eyes, Did you see all the pain behind my smile? Did you figure out that I wasn't alive? Baby, I just want to die.
I know that I am strong but I just can't handle all the pain I feel inside. The pain is coming back again. Why are these thoughts once again in my mind? Will I ever be okey? When will I be good enoug