Everyone's a broken mirror,
Throwing their pieces at me,
All I feel are shards of glass and all I see are tears,
A mirror shatters from the shelf,
In each and every piece,
I see battles of sorrow and grief,
But all I really see is myself,

I'm a cheap **** glass,
They're encased with gold,
I'm only here to make them last,
So I have to remain bold,
I'm their cover, their hope,
The only reason they can cope,
So I can never shatter,
Or all their pieces will scatter,
But all mirrors break eventually,
So why do we prefer the latter