A Girl Who Used To Be

I look in the mirror and see...
And see the remnants of a girl who used to be,
Who used to laugh and smile,
I haven't seen her in awhile.
Where did she go?
When she left why didn't she let me know?
And better yet, why did she go away?
Will she come back someday?
I want her to,
If she comes back I'll know i made it through.
I look in the mirror and hate what i see.
I miss a girl who used to be.