Mirror mirror on the wall / How I hate and fear you all

Oh dear boy how you fell,
Higher and higher they thought, "oh what a nice lad,"
But you knew of your treacherous hell

So innocent, so pure,
The story starts
So naive, so young,
What a beautiful soul
Until it's torn apart

A feeling
Nothing more,
She gave you her all
Her all in Vane,
An experience all the same

Lower lower falling farther than before,
Soul dying, you're dying
decay decay decay
Wit and charm cause much harm
Has he lost track of the score?

Repetitious repetition constantly scarring
Flesh, mind, heart, soul; his poor soul

He's locked himself into the cage he made
The spitting image of an Ace of Spades
gone awry

Look into your eyes
Look into your soul

Farewell dear shade of Gray
Reminiscent of many days,
We both know the end and what's to come
Not she for you
nor She for