I'm without eyelashes.
I noticed, so are you.
We used them on wishes,
and none of them came true.

Terrible, I know, but fair is fair is fair.
I'm blinking up a storm,
but nothing's ever ever there.


I'm without a soulmate.
I noticed, so are you.
What is that, anyway?
Copycat, I hate you.

Mirror mirror on the emotional wall,
I'm dancing like a fool,
but no one seems to care at all.


I'm without any more
things to be without, since
everything I longed for
followed in my footprints.

Now I guess would be the perfect time to die,
so take care of my pets and plants.

And now I'll say good