Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who’s the fairest of them all?
Well dear your face has quiet the looks,
But your personality isn’t pretty in anyones books.
You bicker, you frown, you must have your way,
Those of no importance see no time of your day.
Such attitudes, such habits, they come back to haunt
When you realize you’ve lost what it is that you want.
Mar 16, 2011
Mar 16, 2011 at 4:33 PM UTC
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who’s the fairest of them all?
Well dear your face has quiet the looks,
But your personality isn’t pretty in anyones books.
You bicker, you frown, you must have your way,
Those of no importance see no time of your day.
Such attitudes, such habits, they come back to haunt
When you realize you’ve lost what it is that you want.
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