Mirror...Mirror...

Mirror mirror on the wall why do you look at her and make her fall?
Does it make you happy to watch her, cut to watch her bleed? Do you fell better after you bring her crashing to her knees?

She looks at you every night, with hopeful eyes and a open mind. All you show back is the devil, somehow you get delight. Dear mirror how does it feel to make her cry in her sleep, cry to a image that isn`t hers why lie to her...why lie to me?

You force her to see not her face when she looks through your eyes, dressed up as no one she`l ever be, in your sick fucking disguise.

You caused the thoughts, you cause the pain, you cause more cuts more scars again.

Mirror you twisted mirror with your sick carnival game, cant you see she wants acceptance to herself and to her name? You stalk her with your cruel smile, everywhere she goes you ask "will you stay a while?" I tell her she`s beautiful every single day, you tell her "don`t listen to him, don`t play his silly game" She relies on you to love herself yet she still bleeds into the drain.

Does this help you mirror? Does it help at all? You`ve never been inlove and watched a loved one fall. Yet you still call her ugly, you call her fat, you call her names. You lie through your fucking glass if i could i would shoot out your brain.