Mirror, mirror

I have this magic mirror,
And he tells me some things.
He tells me what the past holds,
And what this future brings,

He gives great advice,
And never tells a lie.
One day I asked an odd question,
And the answer made me cry.

Mirror mirror,
what can I see,
Can I see what the future holds,
What it holds Just for me?

The mirror starts spinning,
And my heart begins to race,
A darker image of a girl appears,
With a silently crying face.

This girl has tears,
Burning her eyes.
But it is hard to decipher,
Why it is she cries

It might have something to do,
With the boy in the broken frame,
Maybe he hurt her,
And now she is in pain.

Maybe its that knife,
Shining so bright,
Maybe it left that bloody gash,
On the wrist to the right.

Like I said, Its hard to tell,
What is on her mind
There are so many things wrong.
But what it is exactly,
I just cant find.

But, I snap back.. and realize.
The mirror says thats me.
I cant believe,
Anything I see

I call the mirror a liar!
How can that be me,
Im so happy now!
Cant you see?

I smile all the time,
And I have a great life,
Thats not me,
Holding that knife..

But the mirror chuckles.
Says I know its true..
The mirror cant lie.
Only tells the truth.

I step back and wonder.
How he could say such things
This cant be,
What my future brings.

This mirror has lied,
And he must pay the price.
I will punish him,
And I wont be nice,

I rip my mirror,
Right off the wall,
I throw him down,
But cry as I watch him fall.

I know the mirror cant lie.
He is not able to,
Everything he says,
Has to be the truth.

That girl in the mirror,
Will be me,
I have to face the facts,
And let myself see.

The fate I have set,
Just for me,
Without my mirror,
I cant set myself free.

I have just ruined,
Everything I had,
How could i imagine,
the mirror was bad?

So that very night,
I hid in my room,
Holding my boyfriends picture,
And thinking of my doom.

I pulled that knife,
Out of my dresser,
Without me here,
The world would be better,

That mirror was right,
Im crying tears with no sound
I drop the picture,
And happen to look around

I have come to realize,
It wasnt the boy or the knife,
It was the girl,
Who ruined her own life.

Took the only friend she had,
Because he could not lie,
And she just snapped,
At seeing herself cry.

She put herself here,
In this horrible place,
With tears streaming down,
That once beautiful face.

Now whispering Mirror mirror,
I didnt wanna see!
Why did you present,
This side to me?

Mirror mirror, please come back.
But the mirror is broken.
All thats left now,
is an empty mirror rack.