Oh mirror, why do you lie?
For my reflection does not show what's on the inside.
My heart shatters just like your glass, when my hand comes in contact.
Touching your sharp tip, fills me with pleasure.
My leisure is taken up by your razor-edged feeling.
Shhhh, its our secret.
I'll take you to my grave, with a letter I wrote saying 'hip-hip hooray' .
Our fun has passed, along with my feeling.
I've gone numb, and I'm done with dealing.
