What am I if I am not lost?
What do I feel if it is not broken?
I've been this way for so long
that any other way feels foreign..

I'm just a fragile type of woman
Cold to the touch..
I'm known to send them running.

What is it anyone could see in me I don't know?
I gave up on trying a long time ago.

My vices have become the only friend I need.
The reflection in the mirror,
she has no idea what's become of me.