Mirror Mirror

August 5, 2008
Mirror Mirror in the sky.
Is it a fantasy that I can fly so high?
Is it just a dream that I can see
Who I am, the real me?

Mirror Mirror in the ground.
I circle you round and round.
Staring at this horrible face,
Wishing I could escape this place.

Mirror Mirror on the wall.
Down and down I fall.
Wishing I could be you who sees
Who I am, the real me...

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