When I look in the mirror,
Who do I see?
Staring back at me.
I do not even know myself,
A desperate calling for some help.
Me, myself, and I do not know who we are,
Unable to recognize one another from afar.
But with this pencil and this pen,
I start to know myself again.
Only a small girl, in a world too big,
A deeper hole I tend to dig.
But with this disguise behind my mask,
I try to run away from this task.
This obstacle, much too big to overcome,
I'm only a girl, too naive and too dumb.
Will anyone listen to what I say?
'Til then, in my dreams is where I will lay.