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The Effect

Precious Pepala

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Isn't what she said at all
Memories, memories I'm not sure
Were they ever real, or were they forged?

Have I been deceived?
Should I even grieve?
Was it all make-believe?
If I could replay all the golden days
Would they be cold and grey?

What if it was all a lie?
What if we were never fine?
What if it's all just in my head?
Part of the effect
And if it was all a dream?
What a nightmare it would be
To wake up in my bed
To break the effect

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Isn't what she said it never was
I'm blinded by gaslights
And pictures of snow white smiles
But if I turned them upside down
I see a more familiar frown

Have I been deceived?
Should I even grieve?
Was it all make-believe?

What if it was all a lie?
What if we were never fine?
What if it's all just in my head?
Part of the effect
And if it was all a dream?
What a nightmare it would be
To wake up in my bed

Mirror, mirror wasn't ever what she said
How could I forget
How could we all forget?

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Wasn't what she said at all

Composição: Jordan Rabjohn / Owen Claxton / Precious Pepala