Dirty hands, dirty faces
Hiding in dirty places...

Just a flicker of a light
trailing down the end of a sunbeam...

The bottle dangles from limp hands
Upon the cold ground it now falls...

They say a friend will know your need
Will stand beside you when you grieve...

I don't care if you don't like me
Because I love myself...

As I sit in lonely darkness
And caress the pain inside...

Mirror, Sacred Mirror
Why have thou forsaken me...

She was my friend
My constant when things around me changed...

The darkness
now engulfs me...

Arise with the beauty of dawn
Feast your eyes upon the splendor...

Tiny razor, young friend of mine
Our two hearts are intertwined...

I smile and I laugh as I go through the day
Not one of my friends have a clue...