Just look into the mirror, lad;
There’s nothing there you could be glad.
The mirror’s not broken, don’t be sad –
Everything’s fine, just you’re mad.
Just look into the mirror, chad;
You did nothing wrong just as I said.
You were just born like this, bad –
Wrongening all you ever had.
Just look into the mirror, sad;
There’s nothing there just a broken lad.
I’m disgusting, and it makes me mad –
But decay’s reaching and I’m glad.