You'll see a girl, lurking in the shadows

with tears falling from her eyes, mascara running.

You'll see the teardrops as they fall,

streaming down her hallow cheeks and pale face.

You'll see the face, and you'll see me,

the real me that's always been there, hidden behind a mask.

But don't try to fix me, I'm not broken.

There may be memories at my back and notebooks at my feet,

but that's just part of me, the real me.

So don't try to correct my ways, got to do that myself.

You'll see me, you'll see the genuine me

and you'll realize, this girl is a mystery to even herself.