My Girl’s Secret

Look into the mirror, babe,
And tell me what you see.
Do you see the pain inside,
Or do you see me?

I stand over your shoulder,
And I can see the real you.
You can hide it from all the others,
But I know your secret still.

Those scars are not so pretty,
When they stare you in the face.
It's better to hide them from yourself,
So that you will know your place.

Yes, love, I know your secret,
And I promise not to tell.
I wish I could take away your pain
And release you from that hell.

So that mirror sure can lie to you;
It takes bad and makes it good.
Show me your pain and misery, babe,
You know I would take it if I could.

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