Oh mirror mirror on the wall
Don't look at me, or care at all

Don't stare at the happy girl you once knew
Dancing eyes, tears so few

Oh piece of glass looking at me
What is it now that you see?

A tormented soul dying inside
Yearning happness, for a piece of mind

I break the glass as the pieces fall
Much like my life in the days to come

Blood flowing neatly from the side of my hand
like a castle falling apart in the sand

The bathroom floor becomes my bed
I there wiahing I was dead

tears flowing from my eyes onto the cold floor
Who lays the girl, without the mirror.

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