Through the mirror, I look to the other side,
Searching for those I could only hope to confide,
My troubles, my burden, my troubled life,
But they all seem to have something better then my strife.
Everyone has a better story, a better tale.
Something that would top mine, in this fixture of hell.
No one can just listen and shut up,
They’ve all got to say their part and make me close up.
Not that I care, mean why should I?
After all, it’s not them who see me cry.
When I’m all alone and no one’s near.
It’s me and myself who quench that fear.
Not that you care, you have a better tale
Something that would top mine in this fixture of hell.
You can’t just listen and shut up,
You’re just like the rest and tell me to shut up.
Maybe you’re like me, you look to the other side,
In hopes of finding those you hope to confide,
Your troubles, your burden’s, your troubled life,
But we all seem to have something better to do then deal with your strife.