• I hear the voices in the mirror
    they're calling out, screaming out
    "You're a good girl,
    such a good girl"
    I'm not a good girl
    I'm a ghost of me
    I'm different than I used to be

    For better of for worse
    The long march for a hearse
    Please don't cry for me

    But instead say a prayer
    Because we all go to hell
    for the mistakes that I have made
    in my sould they must dwell.

    The sword in the stone
    sure picked a good king
    but in the midst of the battle didn't do a goddamned thing