A broken mirror, A bleeding fist
A sliver blade across your wrist,
Tears falling down to lips unkissed,
Ignore her and she won't exist,
She's not the kind you'll come to miss.
she
A broken mirror, A bleeding fist
A sliver blade across your wrist,
Tears falling down to lips unkissed,
Ignore her and she won't exist,
She's not the kind you'll come to miss.
