Mirror mirror on the wall
do u see any faith at all
can u see beneath my eyes
or how about through my lies
can u see that i want to die
and when my friends ask i just lie
i tell them I'm happy
that I'm OK
but why wont any one stay
they ask why i always dress in all black
i say cause the color coordination i lack
at this they laugh
i wish i were dead
but i don't tell them
i get made fun of daily
and harassed by my kin
i get called a wh0re
cause a daughter i bore
no one knows how she was conceived
but in exchange her love i received
i love her more than life
and she is defiantly worthy of a good life
