"she hides her reflection with pictures from magazines
she gets so angry when i don't see what she sees
but if i'm supposed to sit and watch her tear herself apart
then maybe i was wrong
she never really knew me at all"
(i have a funny feeling it's thoughts like this that are running through my friends' heads right about now when they think about me. they swear i'm a good person. they swear i'm competent. they swear i'm alright. i'm still not convinced.)