Through the Looking Glass

I'm feelin' ugly - I'm feelin low - mornin' mirror - you ain't no rose
 And did I mean it - or did I lie - or did I dream it
 Oh! Christ I'm tired.
 Why then did ya have to grin, now the blood rolls down my chin
 Oh You know you painted so much blue, and I'm much younger than that too
 Oh mirror - what did I do to you?
 You're my voyeur - see every line - chase them to destinations
 On through time
 And you're my diary - yeah, the bitter truth - unexpurgated - a mis-spent
 youth, oh
 Do you have to paint teeth green, when they're snowy, white and clean?
 Do you have to make eyes red, when they're clear and fresh instead?
 Oh mirror, I wish you'd lose your head
 Sometimes I'm on a gig, and I'm feeling kinda good
 I run and look at you, just like a pop star would
 But you just glare at me with those dark accusing eyes
 That say "My make-up's good..." I'd like to... I'd like so much
 to...
 Oh I'll never look at you again - 'cause I'm really not that vain
 Seven years bad luck ain't that long - before I smash you, hear my song
 Oh mirror, I'm sorry you were wrong.