Mirror mirror on the wall,
You see the rise and you see it fall.
When the mirror breaks,
No one is to blame.
You put the pieces back,
But they don't look the same.
You see a broken mirror is like a broken family.
It looks put together but it is a calamity.
You see I know this story all too well,
A broken family is my personal hell.
And like a broken mirror,
You pick the pieces up,
But it is not that easy,
Sometimes you get cut.
You wanna know something about broken people,
Their mind gets warped and think love is evil.
See you can't interpret these things that happen,
It becomes put on you and becomes a reaction.
One thing I learned is that you can't break the broken,
And that some things are just better off unspoken.
So mirror mirror on the wall,
You see us rise but we all have fallen.
The question is will I remember you or will you be forgotten.
