Go ahead. Look at her.
Study her.
Look at her hair, her face, her smile.

Can you see through the illusion?
Can you see her black clothes fading?
The hologram of her smile is fading until her mask has disappeared completely

Those hands placed on her waist have snapped necks
Gripped bloody knives, pulled the trigger for the final time
Dug more than one blade into more than one heart

Those fingers curled on the black fabric of her sweater
Have dragged glass across those porcelan wirsts
Etched "FREAK" onto her china skin

That neck, arched back just so
Has had knife after bloody knife pressed against it
Almost slit more than once

There was once a golden heart hanging from her collarbone
Inside was her sanity
Now it's gone, slipped away

The sweet smile has turned threatening
Her angel's voice transformed into a snarl, a hiss
Fangs are hidden behind the smile that wins them all over

Her chocolate brown eyes have turned blood-red while glaring at her enemy
Before throwing a knife at his heart
She curses when she misses

She tries to style her hair just so perfectly
Trying to forget when the black strands
Were dripping blood.

She strikes a pose for the camera
Ignoring the stabbing feeling in her thigh
Trying to forget the knife in her pocket

Do you see her now?
Did you find her yet?
She looks into the mirror everyday, appalled by what she sees

A girl who got smacked around
Who still gets pushed around
Who can't defend herself out of fear that she'll break and show her true colors

Who will put up with torment to protect the ones she loves
Who keeps her feelings locked inside
The line between her nightmares and reality is blurring

She stares into the mirror
Telling herself to suck it up and take it
But her insanity is getting harder to hide

Call her vain as she stares at herself
She smiles and giggles
While inside, she's dying

She's not worth anyone's time
She has done too many things
Her mind is slipping, she's sliding into hell

Catch her, she's falling
No one hears her calling
She doesn't even know she's falling

She holds herself up for them
Sews herself together for them
But she hates herself

She knows what she's done
If they knew the whole story they would run
Hand her over to be dissected and leave

And she wouldn't be surprised
If they did
The pain would be expected

Can you see her?
In the photo, in the mirror?
Dare you try and find the girl hiding behind the makeup and fancy clothes?

She knows she is nothing
She knows she is the only one
She knows there's no one else like her

Her eyes smile
She laughs, she sings
But she goes home to plan her next kill

And she hates herself for not telling her
Although she could probably guess
She hates herself for enjoying it