It was just her and the girl with the empty eyes
Having staring contests across the mirror
And sometimes she'd stay in the looking glass world
A world that's slightly out of focus
And consistently rose tinted
Where you can taste the colors
And the butterflies remain unpainted
A place where no one cares
If your backwards or forwards

But because the bright lights won't stop shining
She says she doesnt do it anymore
 
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