About life, another expression of what was inside my head at the time.
Mirror mirror on the wall
Tell me whos the most messed up of them all
Im sorry to say its you my son
Glass is talking now mirrors begun
You seem to know not right from wrong
Or where your from where you belong
My son before another word you utter
Stop being so comfortable in the gutter
As normal go ahead and make your threat
To shatter me 7 years bad luck youll get
No mirror I aint gonna do that again
Instead im gonna make you a frame
If only you will tell me more
Cause its really time I learnt the score
Ok son heres some more truth
Lifes for living and you’re the proof
If you want ill give you a reason
Out the old skool you’re the only one still breathin
Tell me mirror what shall I do
What am I meant to aspire to
My role models dead cause he hurt too many people
And the ghosts are stuck to my heart like treacle
I’ll tell you what stop being a fool
Remember you’re the king of bending a rule
I’m not saying go do what you do best
Cause that’s what took away the rest
Ok mirror that makes sense
But im still feelin kinda tense
Listen son stop being so damned mean
Put that aside try and remember your dream
Yeah mirror it aint much just a nice quite place
Where things are normal and noone knows my name or face
Of course its gotta be peaceful too
And mirror I might even take you
So what ya sittin there waitin for son
Your better than that get back to being number one
Im not sure mirror my heads kinda stressed
And I keep thinking that ive passed my best
Pull your self together son stop being a quitter
And stop standing there talking to a mirror
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