With this breath of smoke and alcohol
I could have the world, I could have it all
And with this broken mirror on the wall
I could have the world, I could stand tall
I have my eyes, my hands and my voice
Whatever I do with them is my own choice
And I choose to face the mirror everyday,
Face the mistakes of the past and the ones on the way
With a glass and a lighter some might say
But with a clear head, and I face them anyway
So what if my scars show in the sunlight?
Let them glow, let them be fierce and bright!
They're past, and past is irretrievable
And the future has always been unknowable
So live for today, for the mirror on the wall
And you can have the world, you can have it all.