the girl isnt me

There's a girl in my mirror crying tonight,
and there's nothin I can tell her
to make her feel alright.
There are black streaks
on her face left by mascara tears
and nothin at all
can silence her fears.
She thought she had it all
Never knew how hard she could fall,
standing amidst the rubble and debris
That girl in the mirror
doesn't look like me.