Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Who\'s the loneliest of them all?
I waited for it to show,
But as it stayed, my expression fell low.
For I realized it was me.
It was me who was most lonely.
No matter how hard I try,
Everyone seems to say goodbye.
So instead I get my fix,
And everything feels like pure bliss.
It\'s not bad then,
But it\'s only a matter of when.
When it\'ll wear off,
When I\'ll feel the need to cough.
Because the hole will be back.
All the emotions I felt then will lack.
It\'s only temporary,
I\'ll still end up in that cemetery.
So it doesn\'t matter,
If I live or the latter.
So get that fix,
Feel that bliss,
And lean into death\'s kiss.
Because there won\'t be much to miss,
When you\'re the loneliest of them all.