Off-tune sobbing, crash to the ground,
No music, no comfort, nothing found...

Tell me a word to use,
To express the feelings inside...

Enchanting branches reaching tethered arms,
Coaxing personnas with flamboyant charms...

Punch the shattered mirror,
Watch glistening petals fall...

It's like your ears are clogged with spit,
And the blood and tears you've caused...

The glass shatters across the floor,
Feet shuffling covers glistening panels more...

Mother mother, can't I have,
just one cookie tonight...

The mirror on the wall
Is just an imitation...

All curled up, in a petite little ball,
An endless stream of tears did fall...

The black butterfly, riding on in the easy breeze,
When cold winters rage their hearts will freeze...

Ever symbolic flying dove,
Soars the sky high above...

Through the tall doors,
Strolls a girl nothing more...