Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Will you catch me quick, or let me fall?
Lie to me, or watch me die
My own, is this window’s eye
Save me, glass, or I’ll break you back
And those are seven years I’ll never get back
Candles and stars, pennies and bones
Wishes I can never take back
And with broken streets, I’m all alone
And I don’t know what to wish for anymore
Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Will you ever say sorry for it all?
For giving illusions of hope,
A future you’d never envelope
It’s been spit on by told-you-so’s and spit on by flies
Guess this is what happens when the mailman dies
Candles and stars, pennies and bones
Wishes I can never take back
And with broken streets, I’m all alone
And I don’t know what to wish for anymore
Mirror, mirror, on the wall
I hate you for two-timing, and all the close-calls
You’re a reliable source
For “oh yes”, and “of course”
But I’ve been fooled enough in this youth
And I’m seeking out the truth
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