Behind these many walls I confide,
Truly I'm OK...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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