Mirror Mirror
Mirrror, mirror and the wall,
who is the biggest clown in the world.
The lost soul in a fantasy
where the games brings you into a state of passion and pain,
which eventually will drive you insane.
She is affected by the perfect outer everybody wants.
Who is the perfect bimbo on the red carpet and the catwalk.
Behind her mask,
who is this "role model girlfriend" that she wants to be alike.
Who is she, tell her!
The world is created in an illusion of the perfect exterior,
creating fear of being different,
or not to be like the "other woman" on the catwalk,
with the false appearance created by others.
Don't walk alone, and hide your skin and bones,
can see her on the screen, do hear her scream?
She is the one being pushed and change to the clown,
but inside, the clown is dead,
the laughter is gone, behind this mask,
she is only human, a person who feels like you and me,
it's the masqueradeball.
She feels like the fool lost of the game.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the biggest clown in the world,
what about to morrow, when the dream becomes reality?
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