Luyện nghe bài hát Making Mirrors Extinct

4 am,
2 car garage,
she sat alone with on,
smeared black,
a compact,
she's up on a musty couch,
night,
herself.
she said,
i could get anyone
looking way,
shoulders, these legs,
i mean, on,
at this face.

she wants to up
all the factories,
and shatter reflections the world,
but til then she'll keep it all up
garage doors,
mumbling to deal her pain,
it's the next thing,
to making mirrors

in her
a wall of dreams,
with models clipped magazines,
thin,
with airbrushed
inspiring an inferior to
think up tricks and cut
off her lips she stepped to the scale
stumbling, and shaking, her,
her figure frail

she wants to up
all the glass
and shatter reflections 'round the
until then she'll just her knees
to the tile floor
and blast the sink,
it's the next thing
to making extinct.

it all came to a head,
shards,
arms,
and hospital
the doctor comes in and
"i what you're going through"
and the girl says, "no, how you have a clue?"
so the rolls up her sleeves
and shows the girl faded
that read a poem
you're not

see, i wanna blow up all the glass
and shatter reflections the world,
but until i'll talk to girls and then i'm reassured
i'm not alone in how I
it's the best thing
to mirrors extinct