Mirror on the wall
you look at me i make a clone
i look behind you i make a clone of that 2
you see yourself you see beauty
you see yourself you see ugly
Everything is opposite in my world
my right is your left
your left is my right
and your good is my evil
you blame society for this evil creation
but it was not them is was me
i was given this curse when created
without me there is no beauty or ugly
there is just humanity
i wait for the day i go to heaven
By being broken into a million pieces
and for seven years you'll live my curse
but till then in i will be in hell
HANGING ON THIS WALL
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