She's all alone, her heart was stolen
Days of from this time so golden
Looking at the empty room
Where so much more should be
Now just a scattered and undecorated
Lonely Christmas tree
Laughing and crying, she can't help but scream
And hope to wake up from this monstrous dream
"Mirror, mirror, hanging on the wall
Who's the most hideous of them all?"
"You are, you are!" Her voice like a mist
As scarlet red starts to colour her wrist
"Why couldn't I be elegant and smart
Sexy and beautiful, from the start?"
Her soul now resting so high above
The price of her unrequited love
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