My Own Best Friend

I used to be my own best friend
And than she started acting weird
Now a distorted figure
Looks at me from the mirror
I no longer see her beauty, her charm
Just an unhappy confused girl
Nothing in the mind
Nothing in the middle
I don't recognize her

Would you believe
Like billy jean
She was a beauty queen?
Strutting on catwalks
In movie scenes?
Now this hollowed casing of a human being
Lives in a constant state of second guessing
Perpetual state of fight.

What happened to her?
She used to be....

Used to be thin
Used to be pretty
Used to intelligent
Used to be fearless

Used to be
Was
Has been

She's too sad to hang with me
Now without her
I am lonely
She used to be my best friend.