Someone came and broke my mirror
It's been broke a long long time
Looking through the shattered features
Just to let me know they’re mine
It's the same when any other
Window gives its twisted smile
Even though I have to look there
As I walk another mile
I don't need someone to love me
Tell me everything will pass
Through the fog that surrounds me
I cant stop looking through broken glass. (glass)
Looking through my Prozac lenses
Things can mend to some extent
But all the while they're trashed and broken
My every feature fractured ,spent