My face is shapeless
And without any fear of discolorment
I look in a shattered mirror at my once beautiful reflection
Now my face is a broken music box
No longer playing the sweet melody I so often heard ringing in my ears
My blue ocean of eyes, no longer create teary waves
As my pruned hands run up through my entangled hair, I stare back
At the once beautiful reflection of a marvelous girl
With the shape of purity and life written upon her lips
Now my face is as shapeless
As the shattered mirror I hold in my hands!
