Mirror Mirror, on the wall.

Who's the ugliest of all?

The one who cries herself to sleep?

The one who cuts her wrists to deep?

The one who never goes to bed?

Or the one with the monsters in her head?

Mirror Mirror, on the wall.

Take me sins,

Take them all.

Take my skin,

Leave my bones.

No more food,

Or I'll die alone.

Mirror Mirror, on the wall.

Am I pretty now, 

Or must I fall?

Deeper in this hole of mine,

TO kill the old me, leave it behind.

I'll be pretty one day,

You will see.

No more ugly,

Not for me.