Mirror Mirror on the wall,
am i the sickest of them all?
Maybe now you laugh,
but for me, it is reallity.
You speak about pain,
I speak about a way to train.
A box of thumpacks in my body,
It ain't no pain, just some kind of study.
Daddy will you leave me now?
Not that i hate you, just want to grow.
Let it all be part of me,
only then, i think i'm really free.
Mirror Mirror on the wall,
Am i the Sickest of them all?
raar verhaaltje, ik weet dat het niet overal klopt ook maarjah... kwam in me op.
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