Mirror, mirror on the wall
I know you're always truthful
but I wish you could show me all,
to view what will be ahead
rather then leave me in the dark instead.
Every day I look at you
I can't believe that reflection is really true.
Well, I know you don't fool
but every morning
must you be so cruel?
Where is the time
when you made me look so fine?
Now I should accept what I see
because the older I get
the more painful it will be.
I like to see what the future will bring
when I'm called up, will I get my wings?
Now tell me mirror, mirror on the wall,
is it true, that seven years of bad luck
will follow me after I smash you?