I stand in the bathroom in a starbucks and im looking at myself
In the mirror, right
And I feel sorry
Sorry, yeah
I don’t know exactly
To Whom It May Concern
That I am sorry
Maybe to me
In my eyes are a fragile child
Ive been cruel to her
Ive tortured that girl with her
False blue eyes
That everyone commends as lovely and mysterious
That are really brown
And boring and dull
Well, I’ve been cruel to that girl
In the bathroom mirror
Staring at me in confusion
I say, I am sorry
I have starved you, cut your skin with
Razorblades, scizzors
And I am
I am
Ever
Sorry.
That is a girl, too
She deserves her own love
So why I torture her
I haven’t the
The
The
The
Faintest
Clue