It's what she meant with open ends   The scaled cracks our numbered and counting down   There is no contact - so shrive away   She cannot save it from herself      Rather be somewhere else   Rather be someone else   Her judgement from the mirror meets   With shut reaction   Its conviction is cause to her decline      The quiet touch of addicted glamour   Dates the tyrant child unsatisfied a portrait's trash   Attempts corruption to marvel the ovations of thoughtlessness      White knuckled substance - no self-control   Ghost faced smiles - cut ear to ear   Strung out reprisal -dated and covered in   Dope sick afternoon simplicity      Hedonistic escape to shroud her symptoms decrements the ordinary      She can shatter   She can break - forever young   The girl in the glass is one of us   Hurt it more to make her yours   The girl is interrupted      Immense illusion can end transmission till death will she part      dont do it and put it to rest   She's never coming back