Why does she cry?

Who's looking back at me,
This stranger in the mirror?
Do I know her?
Does she know me?

Can you tell me why she cries at night?
Why does she smile and let no other see?
This heaviness in her heart, I think I know it too.

Why does she wish that she were dead,
there among the darkness where she would feel no more?
You know, I sometimes wish that too.

Why does she cut herself and watch the blood run free?
Is it to know that there's a pain that she could control?
Is it to prove to herself that she's a human being and more than a thing?
Why are there scars on my wrists?

Why are her eyes turning red?
Why is this liquid on my lips so salty?
Can you tell me why?
Why does she cry?
I want her to smile true.