Mirrors

Sometimes when I'm lying alone in bed, there's another girl here. It's not any of the other girls, is actually a copy of myself. But this copy acts just like (what I think) I'm suppose to act like.

I try to figure out what would have to be different in my life for me to be this other (better?) girl. Until I realize that if I were to be like this, I wouldn't be myself so much anymore.

And then I don't think you would love me. And trying to be sure of that, I go to sleep.