grapes of wrath are fruits of passion
fulsome hands don't feel repentance
seek the reason, find an answer
why do only scars remain mirror, mirror on the wall

a mean and ugly you can't understand
a taste of freedom, insufficient
but it's all that's left to be mirror, mirror on the wall

don't be frightened, don't be anxious
a new attempt and you fall further down
come on defy indifference
and the sun will shine for you again mirror, mirror on the wall