Mirror, Mirror
Mirror, Mirror on the wall, whose this girl who stands so tall?
That's my face; those are my eyes but the look within them
i don't recognize. Her hair's much darker than mine appears
to be, it's like the ash of a dying fire it hides her face
she looks like an angel whose lost her grace. Her eyes
lack the spark that once filled my gaze, in place of it
all I see is unbridled pain. Her lips don't turn into
my inviting smile, they are in a sneer that mar's
her face. Nothing about her screams the word safe,
Mirror, Mirror on the wall, for who does this girl call?
Her tiny hand stretched out toward the unknown. To
a small fragile being whose sitting alone. She grabs
the girls hand pulling her to her feet. She comforts the
the girl and whispers in her ear. "You're safe with me
no harm will come to you dear" but the look in her eyes
gives away her plan. She's the demon inside run as
you can. I watch in dismay for the broken girl,
someone save her I beg and I plead but no one does not even me.
Mirror, Mirror on the wall why doesn't the broken girl
Just say "away with it all!" the demon inside her is
tearing her apart, cant she see? Its breaking her more
and more each day so why does she lean on her for
strength, there's something I'm missing I know this
is true, but what could it be? The demon girl
looks almost like me. That's when everything
clicks into place.
Mirror, Mirror standing so tall, I get it now
I understand it all. The broken girl is me
The demon is my pain. I let her in I showed
Her the way. The way into my heart and
Into my soul. I'm the one who gave her control.
