I'm a dead girl walking.
A corpse that breathes.
My head's full of flies.
My hair's full of weeds.
My bloodshot eyes no longer see.
My colorless skin is peeling free.
I cannot think.
I cannot feel.
Yet I continue to walk on this never ending wheel.
Hall Of Mirrors"Hall Of Mirrors"
I was once thrown into a hall of mirrors
Surrounding me on every side
I was forced to look deep into my soul
For I had not a place to hide
Every mirror reflected someone different
Some versions were fat or thin
Each version had different color eyes
But none revealed the person within
Some versions were short or tall
Some had me in a tie and suit
Some had me in a summertime shirt
But none revealed the person I knew
Every mirror showed different contrast
And different objects floating in space
Some reflections were lighter than others
But none helped reflect my own face
So finally down on hands and knees
I asked desperat