What's the point of broken mirrors?

Broken mirrors and splintered glass

Feels like everything been just a bit half ass

Take those mirrors throw them down

Listen as they smash on the ground

Stand over my own reflection

Look down at that broken glass

Feel my head spinning with all of them grinning

They all want a piece out of me

Too many hands for the reaching

Too many years left to go

With all of them smiling and everyone chiding

I’ve got seven years lying under my feet

Well goody for them and hooray for me

Couldn’t they just count the last 23?

I’m sick of those faces, I’m sick of their games

I’m sick of the favorites, their pets and their claims

They can keep their damn mirrors

And their stupid glass too

Maybe I’ll help them and throw in some glue

I don’t need their mirrors, I don’t need their luck

All in all I could say I just don’t give a fuck