I sit and stare at these blood shot eyes
I feel the pain, and no surprise.
I wonder still with this old heart,
Why this world is ripping me apart.
I feel no laughs or simple smiles.
But my love for you is all worthwhile.
But the face I see is made of stone;
It cannot love for it's alone.
The heart that loves too much is torn.
It battles daily and is worn.
But all in all it cannot help 
To worry for everyone but itself.
Oh can you hear my desperate voice,
Asking you to make your choice?
The crimson colour runs from my vein.
Oh simple world, who is to blame?
So, mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Will you catch me when I fall? 
These pains and blood shot eyes 
Are all the more that I despise.
The sink is covered in crimson red,
But mirror, mirror, not a tear you shed.
To think all I have left is you
And you can't tell me what to do...
You show me love, you show me grace,
But now we both can't bear my face.
I don't know why this happened this way
I'm not sure that I had a say...
I wonder now, with these blood shot eyes
What people feel before they die.
Are we all desperate fools,
Letting ourselves be used as tools?
He had the most beautiful eyes
Green and gold, not red like mine.
His soft touch and warm embrace,
His wonderful voice filled up with grace.
These tears they flow, so hard now.
I can't seem to want to know how.
How can someone you love so much
Shudder and hate your very touch?
I can't imagine this simple life
Without losing love and facing strife.
I know everyone has their own sin,
But it wasn't his heart I had to win.
I had to save his very soul
From his own mind, that was wicked and cruel.
I tried so hard to make it right,
To help him out, and pay the price.
But now I'm too far gone in pain.
So mirror, mirror, who's to blame? 
These eyes can't see much more
This body is broken, this heart is sore.
I know the point, mirror, when he broke.
But mirror, oh mirror, it was always love he spoke.
The love that filled my simple ears.
The only love I'll ever hear.
I can't imagine anyone else,
But it's time I stop looking at myself.
The black is falling down on me,
Mirror, mirror, why can't he see?
That through thick and thin I'll always be
Right by his side when he needs me.
The light is getting awfully dark.
I know I must begin to depart.
But mirror, do one thing, please,
Don't ever let him forget me.