It's her. The way she would walk, they way she would talk, the way she flipped her hair out of her face. It's her. They were only friends in her eyes, but in your eyes, they were meant to be. But how?

To be different in a world full of same. The yells of my voice echo the closed doors. Why can't you hear me? I step forward as I push the doors with my strength, this isn't about what we've done, it's about hatred and never feeling enough.

I can see you from the mirror. Don't run away, there's no chance. Why won't you come closer?; we've known each other for years now. You don't remember me? I'm the one you love, I'm the one you actually cares about you. I'm the one in the mirror.