I look at her
I look at her CONFUSED
Something ain't right
Something ain't right Then it clicks
"Excuse Me, Miss?
"Excuse Me, Miss? Your face would be far prettier
"Excuse Me, Miss? Your face would be far prettier with a knife protruding from it.
Don't you think so?"
But she doesn't answer
She never does
Oh how I wish she could speak sometimes
Mirrors are so fucking frustrating sometimes