Mirror, Mirror, On the wall
Little do you know,
Being a mirror, I have to put on quite the show
I wear an ugly frown
When all I want is a beautiful crown
I’m stuck behind glass
And I can’t even show a little class
I have people all around me
Telling me who they want to be
Telling me who they want me
To tell them to be
Just once upon a time
I want to make a decision that is mine
A decision without the pressure of everyone
Goading me to say what they want done
The Evil Queen and “the fairest of them all”
I don’t want to take the fall
Again.
She’s vicious you know
She’ll stop at nothing to destroy those below
And being the one to blame
Only brings shame
Trust me, I would know
I am a mirror on the wall
And I wish I wasn’t
But that’s my reality
Just cut me some slack,
Okay?
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