Mirror, Mirror, on the wall,

Why does this world make me feel so small?

Temporary highs, and again I fall,

While someone somewhere spins the ball,

Glassy buildings and shiny malls,

Models dressed up to enthrall,

Doubts and fears, up they crawl,

I stare at you, through it all,

watching the shadows grow tall,

tell me when will the end befall?