Standing before a mirror trying to look pretty;
one side a smile, the other a frown.
Her head's filled with thoughts of booze n drugs n love;
All the things trying to bring her down.
She head out the door, down the road to town.
She's gonna get so messed up she'll smile
and everything I try, say or do can't give her
that one laugh that'll stay for more than a while.
If I'd tell her how beautiful she is,
she'd say I was just trying to make her feel fine.
So I don't see her the way she sees herself;
if my eyes lie I'm glad they're mine.