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It's not worth the cuts
Broken mirrors
Shattered picture frames
Picked up the glass
Mapped it all out in my head how to fix the pieces
But the reflection staring at me
In all the shards
Had me thinking
Why bother possibly cutting my fingers
With what's done
It was done for a reason
Shit won't change
smiles stay the same in every mirror
Even a rearview
And the glass of a picture frame
Is the same as casket
Shattered picture frames
Picked up the glass
Mapped it all out in my head how to fix the pieces
But the reflection staring at me
In all the shards
Had me thinking
Why bother possibly cutting my fingers
With what's done
It was done for a reason
Shit won't change
smiles stay the same in every mirror
Even a rearview
And the glass of a picture frame
Is the same as casket
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