Mirror, mirror

Mirror, mirror
On the wall
Can you tell me why
It seems like my world’s gonna fall

I look at myself
And I wonder why
I ever started
Using the knife

It’s a bad habit
I will admit
It’s not as easy as it seems
To quit

I needed someone
But no one was around
So I figured I was better off
Buried underground

I look at myself now
Now that I’ve quit
And I wonder why
I put myself through that shit

If ever
I need a friend
I won’t turn to my knife
Even though it’ll be with me until my end