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In the room of endless glass,

Her reflection comes to pass.

Every scar and every tear,

Multiplied, her greatest fear.

She moves her hand, the mirrors stare,

The pain she feels is everywhere.

A thousand faces, twisted, grin,

The fight begins, she can't win.

Her body shakes, her fingers bleed,

The mirrors mirror every need.

But in the glass, they start to move,

A darker side begins to prove.

She moves her hand, the mirrors stare,

The pain she feels is everywhere.

A thousand faces, twisted, grin,

The fight begins, she can't win.

It smiles back when she feels pain,

A phantom trapped in a twisted chain.

And from the glass, it crawls outside,

Her shadow self she cannot hide.

She moves her hand, the mirrors stare,

The pain she feels is everywhere.

A thousand faces, twisted, grin,

The fight begins, she can't win.

It grabs her tight, it pulls her down,

Into the glass where she will drown.

A world of mirrors, cold and stark,

She's lost within the endless dark.

No one hears her desperate cries,

In the mirror world, she slowly dies.

Her reflection scratches, skin it tears,

But no one outside even cares.

Now she waits behind the glass,

An echo of the girl she was.

If you stare too long, you'll see,

Her mirrored soul will never be free.

She moves her hand, the mirrors stare,

The pain she feels is everywhere.

A thousand faces, twisted, grin,

The fight begins, she can't win.