Liitle Girl

Little girl, little girl, standing over there
Yes you darling look at me.
You pull that razor over your wrist
And down your legs too
We can't forget about that.
All you focus on is the blood
You drown everything else out.
It's an amazing tactic really
Only if it didn't hurt so much.
But you say the pain it doesn't hurt
Yet looking at your eyes I can tell.
You only see the blood
Me I see the tears mixed in....
Tears of hatred, tears of sorrow.
Little girl, I hate to see you cry
But it hurts me even more inside
To see the blood all over you.
You think no one knows
And your only hurting yourself
When in all honesty
Your killing me
But I'm just your reflection in the mirror.