the shards of glass begin to fall
as I back into the wall
as inhumane as it may sound
I laugh histerically as the pieces hit the ground
and even though you're not concerned
I try to show you the skin I've burned
my fist will find a way to this mirror
every time I consider fear
suppose I even heard the crash
well this mirror was nothing but a piece of trash
I once thought I gave up hope
but now I consider that a vain joke
is it really all that wrong
that watching this I stay so calm?
but as the eerie chill runs down my spine
I realize that this mirror is mine
and ignorance was never bliss
when your fighting chance was what you missed
and now the pieces will not stay
except on the ground where they lay
by the time you realize this isn't a laughing matter
all my mirror would have shattered