into the looking glass i peer
not to see a maiden so dear
but instead to spit on my reflection
disgusted by my imperfection
i changed my face today
to hopefully wash my sorrows away
but instead i saw the same person
only tainted and broken
my hands are bloody, my eyes soar
the nihilist laughs at my fall
the optimist now a cripple
shudders when she looks at her devil
once we laughed and sang
how i wish we were back to how it began
i was once 'the hope' and 'the light'
how i regret taking that awful bite
into the looking glass i peer
not to see a maiden so dear
but instead to spit on my reflection
disgusted by my imperfection
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