Sometimes I feel like Alice
Falling into a looking glass
Where I get stuck between the shimmering images of lovers from my past
But now they have moved on, and have found new lovers too
I've moved on twice or three times since then,
But my looking glass offers a tempting view
Jealousy is no wonderland,
Just a forest of broken shards from your past
Beware of its shiny glimmer
Before it drives you mad