Fit In
I look into the mirror
and there that girl is again
everyday it gets clearer
that I'm not her
you whisper in my ear
telling me that I'm pretty
but you could offer the world
and I'd never be her
the air gets thicker
the room is...
and there that girl is again
everyday it gets clearer
that I'm not her
you whisper in my ear
telling me that I'm pretty
but you could offer the world
and I'd never be her
the air gets thicker
the room is...