This little thing hanging on a wall,
Much more than just a thing,
It holds more memory's than a brain ever could,
Every time I look at it, floods of tears it would bring.

This little thing hanging on a wall,
Square
Brown
Used to be rectangular, standing tall.

This little thing on a wall,
That thing standing tall,
Was once a mirror staring at my back,
Every time she looked at it, it would crack.

This little thing on a wall,
I smashed and chopped
And cut it down,
The only emotion it brings to my face now is a frown.

Now this little thing on a wall,
Is now a broken picture frame,
Not a mirror,
Not a memory,
Not any little thing at all - It's a real big shame...