I stare into the mirror
And I begin to see,
That the little girl with innocent eyes
Is definitely not me
I stare into those eyes
They are just not mine
I think I realize
That I’ve gone back through time
She sends a look so sad
And then she tries to smile
And all the time she’s begging me
She’s such a lonely child
I see that she needs help
If only I’d got it then
I could have always told someone
But I didn’t even have a friend