Mirror mirror on the wall,
what’s fair about this?
Nothing at all.

Hickory dickory dock,
the hands going round the clock
mean nothing at all.

You can’t have me unless you keep me,
but I’m tired and insane.
And how I hate each day when you’re gone.
How I hate all my songs,
when I’m tired and insane.
Please come back today,
and kiss these blues away.
I’m tired and insane.

And things will change if you let them,
but lets keep this all the same.
Gone is not the same!

You can’t have me unless you keep me,
but I’m tired and insane.
And how I hate each day when you’re gone.
How I hate all my songs,
when I’m tired and insane.
Please come back today,
and kiss these blues away.
I’m tired and insane.