Mirror mirror
I had a bad dream
We were living in the prettiest little house
Right on the corner of the street
from that cute guy I've always liked.
Momma and daddy were happy
No more yelling and fighting
She wore nicer clothes and
He didn't drink so much.
It was perfect||
Oh you expected monsters and violence
I already have those in real life
Daddy drinks more than he should
and calls momma a slut
They fight then make up
Ignoring our house that's falling apart
The cute guy doesn't know I exist and
probably never will.
The dream wasn't bad because bad things were happening
but because it will forever remain just that.
A dream||
