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She looks into the mirror
Does she like what she see's at all?
She see's so many faults
And it's killing her.

No matter where she looks
There is something about herself that she don't like
About herself
Nothing seems to fit the pieces.

So I will keep cutting up all these pieces
Hoping it will take the pain down
You can't keep track of what I am doing
I am finding the pieces to make you whole

Yes I will cut up all these pieces
And the pain will come tumbling down
As I find the one that fits you
I will help you look at yourself once more

Pain can't last forever
And neither can these faults you see
You call yourself ugly, you call yourself horrid
Yet I see an angel, and I will set her free

Forget everything you don't like
And focus on the things you do
Hell isn't alive
If you don't think it is.

Drain yourself of blood, it doesn't matter
I will keep filling you back up
You wont die without me leaving too
I will find all those pieces

Stop crying over yourself
You are truely beautiful in a new born's eyes
Leave your troubles alone, forget about them
I will tear myself apart for you

Using my eyes, using my skin
Using my head, using my heart
I will make everything right.