Mirror
You used to be beautiful, but now you're not
He's taken everything-robbed you for all you've got
He's stopped all the love and kisses
Now he only punches and disses
He doesn't love you
It's all a lie
He doesn't make you happy
He doesn't even try
You're not who you used to be
Even when you try, you can't be
What he's done to you, I wish I didn't have to see
But everyday I look in the mirror and spy--
Another broken bone, another black eye
No, I'm not beautiful, I used to be
He's taken my beauty all from me
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