Luyện nghe bài hát Making Mirrors Extinct

4 am,
2 car garage,
she sat with headphones on,
tears black,
a compact,
curled up on a musty couch,
night,
herself.
she said,
i never get anyone
looking way,
shoulders, these legs,
i mean, on,
look at face.

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

in her
a wall of dreams,
with models from magazines,
thin,
with airbrushed
an inferior girl to
think up and cut corners
wiping off her lips she stepped to the
stumbling, and shaking, her,
her figure frail

she wants to up
all the factories
and shatter reflections 'round the
until then she'll just knock her
to the cool 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 know what going through"
and the girl says, "no, how you have a clue?"
so the doctor up her sleeves
and shows the faded scars
that read a poem
not alone

see, i blow up all the glass factories
and reflections 'round the world,
but until then talk to girls and then i'm reassured
i'm not alone in how I
the next best thing
to making extinct