My fate was set when I held that knife,
Trying to cut away my strife...

Dirt falls in masses from the mine,
And I hear a whistle thats just a chime...

Donâ??t justify my actions,
And tell me that Iâ??m...

The soldiers go marching past,
Whilst I am cowering in the dark...

It lies, and waits for new heartache,
Just waiting for my strength to break...

The mirror captures hidden despair,
A broken soul beyond repair...

From my corner I observe this life,
Filled with useless and pathetic strife...

Shove me sideways across the board,
Plunge my side with your bloody sword...

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Tonight lets pick another flaw...

Everyday Iâ??m faced with the...
Sometimes asked with genuine affection...

Swirling colours, twisting fast,
Floating pictures from my past...