Mirror, mirror on the wall, showing and cracksshadows tall
A reflection of a weary soul, a story left untold
Staring down at empty hands, wishing for a different plan
But dwelling on the what-ifs, only leaves a bitter riff


Feeling sorry for ourselves, won't change a single thing
Stuck in the cycle of despair, a silent, broken string
We become the words we speak, the thoughts that fill our...