I look to you who calls the mirror home

To see what difference we have that's not look

You're nothing but one layer of the chrome

And what my likeness is, which you have took

You play your imitations fairly well

Intimidations, though, won't have wax lit

From candles in the background, we can tell

Like who's beside us are quite intimate

And there I've said that you are doing great

That you had no sticks, even weak, to bend

That there will be no one you'll leave to wait

That days before you will have you amend

Had you not left the mirror, I do note

To reappear with hands to crush my throat