Fatal Reflections- by Atalaya

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Am I pretty like a doll?
Do I have a perfect face?
Do I walk with perfect grace?
Show me what I want to see.
Show me all my fantasies.

Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Why did you make me fall?
Why did you have to lie to me?
And not fufill my vanity?
Why am I now paranoid?
Because of you, my life's destroyed

Go to hell, mirror on the wall,
Crack your glass and make you fall.
Spread your shards around my feet,
Your demise and my defeat.
One last piece of you I hold
I look good, pale and cold.