Through the looking glass, i look back and see my past.
I see the smiles and the pain, the sunshine and the rain.
I see a broken heart, a little girl that was torn apart.
I see loving arms, Daddy making it all better with his magic charm.
I see two worlds seperated by jail doors.
I see a little child, hiding away, just trying to get by.
I see good and bad, all those times we used to have.
I lok back and see my past, through the looking glass.