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I look into the mirror,
to see the monster I've become;
what a pretty, pretty sight;
I'm three minutes till' sober.
There's another glass to come,
another bottle until I'm done;
A sniff and whisk away,
a drink to save the day.
I look into the mirror,
see the horrors I've felt gone;
they all appear under light,
at the cold of November.
So I'll gorge into the night,
the monsters show when it's bright;
All the promises I won't keep,
the places I go when I sleep.
I look into the mirror,
but- I see your reflection there.
What a strangely hideous sight,
and I couldn't ask for more.